Steph's Monkeys: My Grandpa

My Grandpa is dying of brain cancer. It's why we were out of town and why I have been at a loss off words. I usually like to keep my blog upbeat and only complain about the mommy stuff. But I feel like I should write about it. I am not the most eloquent of writers, my grammar stinks, and I can't spell to save my life but I do want to document this moment in my life. This blog is turning out to be a journal of sorts. I wish I had started earlier.

My Papa is my dad's dad. He was a farmer and a rancher. I got to grow up right down the street and then just over the hill from him and my grandma. He would grow these gigantic gardens and was a very creative man. When he was able to get around he would build things like bird houses. He was an extremely hard worker and respected by many. He is the only grandpa I knew since my mom's dad passed when I was a baby. My grandpa is very funny, but it's a quiet sort of funny. James's middle name is Orin after him.

I am thankful for the chance to have gone up to see him before his health deteriorates completely. I am hopeful for a gentle death. I will miss him greatly.