In memory of my grandfather

On Thursday November 1, 2007, my grandfather Charlie Ferguson passed away. On Wednesday October 31, the doctors told us that he had only 24 hours to 3 days to live. He was in the hospital because he had a bad fall and was getting checked out. It was unexpected, but we are all happy that he did not suffer long from the pain he was in. I am so saddened by this loss and am trying to find ways to deal with my sorrow. I am not writing about this to elicit sympathy. I am writing because that is one of the ways I cope. Papa (as we called him) was a gentle, sweet, kind man who is now at peace. The funeral is supposed to be sometime at the end of this week, although a date has not yet been set. David and I will be attending the funeral. If you find my blog to be unusually inactive, please understand.