A week ago I was walking along the hall of a care home when the phone rang. I answered it, only to be greeted with laughter as the nurse realized that the person she was talking to was standing in front of the nursing station. The laughter subsided with the news that Grandpa needed to be taken to the hospital, immediately. Over the next few days we watched Grandpa fade rapidly. Sunday was a quiet day, yet it was a momentous day, as my grandmother held his hand, as the song, To the River, played softly in the background, my Grandpa took his last breath in this world and passed away into the next. He was well-known for his honesty, faith, and integrity. He encouraged those who knew him to live in the same way…and so, with the moments of his life, he wrote a legacy for himself. A legacy worth reading after he left this world behind. His wish would be that we all would all find the faith and hope that he found.