My grandfather, A.J. Ferrel, the only grandpa I've ever known, passed away on Tuesday. I was home (in Nebraska) when he passed. He was 89 (90 on October 6) and still living at his family farm with his wife of 61 years. They have lived in the same yard as mom and dad for as long as I can remember. We always visited them when we came home. During the last year, whenever I said goodbye, he would stand up, hug me, and say "Wanna dance..." We would rock back and forth and hold on tight. I love you grandpa!
I miss you already!