A little something to keep everyone up-to-date with life goings on and other random happenings. My first blog...scary! :)
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Grandpa Muller
He was 94 years and 1 month old when he passed away yesterday late afternoon. In my last conversation with him this past Saturday he told me to make sure that I wipe my feet before I get into my car. He's always been taking care of me through my car, and he still does.
I'm so sorry for your loss. At the end of the day age doesnt matter. You still feel sad when a person dear to you passes on, no matter how old he or she was. Are you going to keep his car for good now? :)
I am an over-committed, enthusiastic, and quirky jumble of a person, who also likes her quiet time. Yeah, figure THAT one out. :) I love going places and doing new things, which is part of the reason I have ended up in Minnesota. I moved here from Bloomington, Indiana to take my very first salaried job (at long last) in the end of 2006. I have been to Africa three times but this is the farthest west in the US that I've lived and, consequently, really explored. I love my friends and family and thank God every day that I have them in my life, for I'd certainly be lost without them. And I LOVE to laugh!
3 comments:
Oh, I'm really sorry, Elizabeth. What a grand age though. Big hugs to you.
It is, I agree, a very grand age. That was a huge source of pride for him, especially when he was 93. :)
I'm so sorry for your loss. At the end of the day age doesnt matter. You still feel sad when a person dear to you passes on, no matter how old he or she was.
Are you going to keep his car for good now? :)
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