Goodbyes are Difficult
On Monday, January 18th, 2016 Grandpa Grochowalski passed away. Since my last visit with him, his health has slowly gone downhill. The leukemia had spread in his body and he developed pneumonia. My parents, aunts, uncles, and Grandma had diligently spent time with him while he was still here. Towards the end the minor things were very painful and we prayed that he would no longer have to suffer. He passed peacefully. When we learned of his passing, we were devastated. Grandpa Grocho lived to be 87 years old. Grandma and him were such a huge part of my life growing up, attending every sporting event, birthday party, or anytime moment that they possibly could. Now that we have our own family, they made every effort to be with the boys that they could. They would stop over every time we were in town, they drove up to our house to visit, they were at every birth of each child, baseball games, birthday parties, etc. The joy that he ...