Last night my 92 year-old grandfather passed away after relatively normal hip replacement surgery. HE woke up after the operation and asked for a root-beer float. The doctor said he didn't think that was a great idea. So my Papa said, "What about a glass of buttermilk?" Again, denied. So they wheeled him back to his room, he fell asleep and a couple of hours later they think a clot went to his heart and he passed away, very peacefully.
It is too late tonight to go into more detail and there is so much else that happened today (like Audrey's graduation) that I want to share, but I really need to go to bed.
Please pray for our entire extended family as we grieve the loss of this great man.