Here's my grandfather in July 2014 at 91 years old. He was still cutting down trees in his forest for firewood, speaking at church on every Sunday, yelling at everyone on the town council and digging boulders the size of small block Chevy's out of his yard, by hand, though he'd drag them out into the forest with the tractor and chains.
Meeting him, you would swear he was in his 70s. Early 70s.
I changed the oil in the car in early October, we had dinner at a little seafood shack on the CT river, he was in excellent health and on top of his game. Was planning on going to Poland with his church.
October 21, he passed away in his sleep.
He had the perfect life, raised a great family, always looking for ways to help others, and passed away perfectly. Miss him every day.
