My husband and I have talked about going back down to Oklahoma the past 5 years to see his grandpa. It seems when you have the money, you don't have the time and likewise. All the kids now grown, truly dreamed of the little ones meeting their great great grandfather. It was a matter of everyone getting vacation at the same time and convoying down. Just last week we committed to making it a priority in early June.
I can't emphasize enough that life does not wait for that golden moment. That moment for my husband came on good Friday when he received the call that his grandfather wasn't expected to make it through the night. Despite our greatest efforts and a 14 hour trip before we could even attempt to get my husband on a plane time stood still and the lord took him home.
His journey, at least here had come to an end. He had led a wonderful life. Full of love. Love for his family, his friends, and his country. A man who served 20 years and 2 wars as a level 7 Chief before eventually retiring only to then continue by volunteering with the neighboring Tinker Air Force Base. He loved to volunteer and truly believed in service to others. He was one of the Founders of the Ronald McDonald House and was very involved with Special Olympics, even traveling so as not to miss any events.
Rest in Peace Grandpa Frank. Your work here on earth is done. You have touched the lives of so many. Your memories and lessons will live on through everyone you touched.
