
I got a call a week ago from my mom. It was pretty late so that was not a good sign. She called to tell me that my grandfather, Poppie, had passed away from a heart attack. He was 89 and had just left a birthday party for a great grandchild. He was driving home with my grandmother and complained of chest pains. Fortunately he was able to pull over the car before he died. My grandmother was safe.
So my mom flew up to Connecticut first thing Sunday morning and my siblings flew up Monday. I decided to take Zach with me. I figured this would make it easier on Mario. Plus we like to separate the twins occasionally because they are different kids when they are alone one on one with us.
I always saw Poppie as kind of grumpy. That is unfortunate. But when I had children, I saw a different side of him. He seemed to really enjoy Eric and Erin. I think maybe he mellowed in his old age. We didn't see Nonnie and Poppie much. We only lived in CT for about a year as kids. But he and Nonnie would come to FL every winter. So we did see them occasionally in the winter.
Nonnie and Poppie had a good life together. They raised four very hard working children. They were able to live together in their same house until Poppie's death. They were both in good health especially for being so old. I think Nonnie will live until 100. She is amazing and never likes to sit still (just like my mom.)
It was interesting to be in CT and see different family members. I could see traits in them that reminded me of myself. It was like a big family reunion. Unfortunately it took a death in the family to get us all together.
I will always be grateful the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Death is just another necessary step in the Plan of Salvation. We will one day be reunited with our Heavenly Father and with our families. This knowledge brings me great comfort.