Sad

Z's great grandpapa passed away last night. He was 98 years old.

98 years is a long time and he did live a full life and was in reasonably good health until the last two years. I remember when I first met him I was so inspired by this man in his ninties who was totally up on current events and with whom you could have a great discussion on politics with him bringing in the depth of experience reaching far back over the decades. I loved that he still owned a tuxedo and would take his "lady friends" to Broadway shows.

He also had many interesting stories about his career as a postman on the trains, like once he transported the Hope Diamond.

Z was his only great grandchild and she knew him well. He was there to meet her the day after her birth. She often flew back east with her Grandmere for visits. She saw him in March for his 98th birthday party. Z just broke down when we told her the news.

It is a very sad time here. We are all flying to Philly tomorrow for the funeral.