My Grandpa and Me

As I'm writing this post, I'm am going through mixed emotions of happyness and sadness. About four hours ago I found out that my grandfather had passed away not to long ago. I was fairly close to him and I know that he lived life to the fullest. I remember the days as a kid he would yell if I didn't do something right. My grandfather was an insurance salesman and a very good one. There were many days where he be gone away from his family while making a sale, but he loved his wife and kids. There is one picture of my grandfather, my dad and I in a grain truck where my dad place me as a little baby on top of the grain. It was my favorite picture of him. This past thanksgiving, I actually got to see him for the last time and he seem to be in pretty good spirits. Little did I know that he would be spending his last days on earth. The most important thing about him was that about two years ago, my mother had talked with him and was wondering if he accepted Jesus Christ as his lord and personal savior. He said that he had and he was ready to meet him. That to me (as well as my mother) meant more than all the money he ever made as insurance salesman. He is now in a better place as I will always remember the memries of my grandpa and me.