Image: Redwoods; Stout Memorial Grove, Jedediah Smith State Park (September 2013)
As some of you know, my maternal grandfather was diagnosed with lung cancer about a month ago, at the age of ninety-two. After a short, precipitous downhill slide, he passed away in the wee small hours of this morning at his home in Bend, Oregon. It’s exactly a month since his diagnosis which was, in turn, exactly a year after the death of my grandmother, his wife of over fifty years.
My thoughts are going to be with my mother and aunt today, as they make sense of the present. Though he was born and raised in Michigan, and in turn raised his daughters there, I’m glad my grandfather was able to die in the high desert country where he and my grandmother made their home in early marriage and returned in the 1980s upon his retirement.