WHAT MATTERS MOST, my last blog

There are times in our lives that we stop to reflect on what is most important to us. This evening is one of those moments for me. I got a call from my father yesterday telling me that my grandfather was back in the hospital. It is very likely that he won't be coming home. You may be wondering if I am sad or depressed. Most definitely I am sad. My grandfather and I had much in common. One of the things he loved to do was hunt. I too am an avid hunter and I have shared hunting experiences with him. The times I enjoyed the most were sitting around the camp fire listening to him tell stories of when he was a young man. Those were some great times. My grandfather was good at showing us what matters most by how he lived his life. He often reminded me that family is what matters most. Many things in this life will come and go but throught it all it is your family that makes life worth while. My grandfather will soon be going to a better place and I will surely miss him, but I will always remember the good times and his example to me.