2) GRANDPA ASKED FOR ONE LAST FISHING TRIP—SO WE DROVE HIM OUT BEFORE THE HOSPITAL COULD CALL
The next morning, the hospital called. A complication. I rushed there, fearing the worst. But when I walked into his room, he smiled and said, “Guess I’m sticking around a bit longer.” Grandpa recovered, but something shifted. In him. In me. We both stopped taking time for granted. Years later, I still take my kids…