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These last few weeks have sort of been a whirlwind. About two weeks ago we received word that Chris's grandfather had suffered a severe stroke, and the doctors weren't sure how long he had. So we made the decision to fly back to Huntsville and share a few precious moments with him. We are glad that we had this opportunity, because last Thursday he passed away and this weekend we found ourselves in Huntsville again, for his funeral.

"Pedro" or "Paps" was a tremendous person; his unwritten philosophy was to teach through actions instead of words and his kind heart was always willing to give with whatever means were necessary. And, although it may sound harsh, I have never been so relieved at a funeral before. Paps had struggled with so many health problems the entire 7 years I have known him, and even before that. I was so thankful that he was finally at peace!

I mentioned these thoughts to Chris as we drove back to Huntsville in his grandfather's truck (he was so proud of it!), and Chris concurred. No doubt, we will miss the crap out of him, his genuine care and witty humor, but we can rejoice knowing he is free of the body that caused so much pain.

We love you Paps.



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  1. R.I.P Pedro, We all will miss you! Roy

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