my papa

It's been a particularly tough end to September. My grandfather, who had been living with cancer for over a year, became very sick in the last month. Last week he passed away and since then its been a pretty sad and exhausting time. Got to remember the good times - spending time at his house in Orchard Park, rides on the lawn mower into the woods to pick blueberries, him taping our every family event with his video recorder, dancing at every opportunity and, of course, his never ending cycle of stories. Papa definitely marched to the beat of his own drum and I'll miss him.