This last week, on Thursday December 10 to be exact, Robs grandgfather, Grano passed away. He was 102 1/2 almost. Short the half by maybe 2 weeks. He had outlived all of his generation and then most of the generation that came after them. It was amazing. I look back at pictures of him and realise that really in just the last year did his quality of life begin to deteriorate.
This is Grano at age 98. Still riding the red devil, although not that fast.
This is Grano at age 100, holding Little Man. There is a hundred years between these 2 !!!
The Mai Tai's are on there way. This is the 101st birthday.
I feel like these are the people who truly loved Grano and were there for every birthday because they wanted to be and because he was so special to us all.
A snooze before he officially goes up for a nap, that's the way it works when you're 102.
This is the week before he passed away. He loved his morning Sanka, instant coffee, and his banana and bowl of oatmeal.
We will miss him greatly.