My Grandpa Richardson passed away last night after fighting lung cancer. These were pictures last year. The doctor told him two years ago that he only had a couple months to live. After beating prostate cancer and a serious car accident, I just thought Grandpa was going to live forever. Two weeks ago I visited him again and knew that that was not the case. I got to see him smile one last time, but it was a very strained smile. Everything he did took a great deal of effort.
I'll always remember being a little girl sitting next to Grandpa at church. He would play tic tac toe with me and the dot game. I always loved it even when he beat me. I remember he used to tell me he couldn't hear me when we sang hymns, so I would sing as loud as I could. But he still told me he couldn't hear me. I didn't realize that he was hard of hearing.
I loved going over to Grandma and Grandpa's house for Sunday dinners. I thought they had the coolest backyard with their bomb shelter back there. Grandpa was always prepared.
He was/is a good man full of wisdom and the spirit of God. I know that he is watching down from heaven now and I only hope that he will proud of me.
Love you Grandpa,
Lisa