Yesterday, my Granddaddy Hatcher died. He was 89. You may remember that we went to New Mexico last summer because we were worried he wasn't going to make it, and eventually his body succumbed to all that began with a stroke while mowing the lawn.I'm just thankful that I saw him, talked to him, and looked at his twinkling eyes as he told me, like he always did, how much I looked like my Mom. It's exactly the way I want to remember him.
Goodbye, Grandpa Bunny Bunny.
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Oh, I am sorry to hear about this. Even when you are prepared it is still a hard thing to process and grieve. Much love, Heather
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