November 13th, 2017
I'm down to 168.2, I can taste freedom! I know I still have 43 lbs to go, but it seems way easier to say than 60!
My grandpa died yesterday. He was 94. March 8, 1923 to November 12, 2017. He went quickly, sitting in his chair, doing his crossword. I wonder if you know its your last day when you wake up in the morning. My mom called and Ted and I went over there. He was lying on the couch, pale with his mouth open and no teeth. His eyes were black and empty, she tried to close the lids but they would not shut all the way. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and said good-bye.
We sat there until the coroner came, it's such a weird experience, but we all die. Grandma is still here for at least a while. She will continue on with her life as normal.
It's weird that his chair is empty. He's been in that part of the living room in that corner all of my life. He's had a few new chairs, but they all looked about the same.
I hope he is in Heaven. I don't want to judge his soul, but I really hope that God takes everyone, even those who didn't know Him well or at all. Maybe there is no afterlife, maybe reincarnation is true, maybe Islam is correct, maybe Hindus or Buddhist. I don't know for sure, but I do believe in God.
I guess I'll find out one day for sure. But I won't live to tell about it :-)
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