I have always been close with my dad. One of the most important things to him has always been his attitude towards his family. He grew up in a small town of just over a hundred citizens to a family that made up that entire population, or pretty close to it. The man always has a smirk on his face, its where I picked it up. The day that smile disappeared from his face my heart sunk.
He set the phone down back on the charging station. He walked into the living room where we all had gathered sensing the phone call from my uncle Al in Arizona was not expected. He told us that he was going to need to go to Arizona in the morning. His mother, my grandmother, was a 93 year old woman named, Edith. She traveled to Arizona every winter from her home in Bellechester, MN to get out of the cold for the winter months. She had been doing some grocery shopping at a local store and had fallen and hurt herself.
The damage to her frail body was severe enough that she would not recover. My fathers siblings and him were all on their way to Arizona the next morning to see grandma in the hospice before she passed. The funeral was the following week at the local cemetery by her house. I stayed by his side the entire time because as a little kid, that was the most tragic thing I had ever seen.
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