My grandpa died this week. In some ways, I was prepared for his passing, if one can actually prepare for such a thing. His Dementia had grown increasingly worse. I visited him a few weeks ago for the last time. I said good-bye to him that day. It was impossible for me to hold back my tears. Conversation was difficult–for both of us. His memory and physical strength had grown so weak. I drove away that day praying God would take him home.