doing it justice

My grandfather died yesterday. He was 91. I wanted to write about him because I don’t think anyone else will. You see, he wasn’t a very nice person to most, he died alone and there won’t even be a service to mourn his death. He was married 4 times, and had a number of girlfriends up until his death. He had 2 children, but didn’t really raise either of them. I barely knew him, although I was fond of him as a child. He walked me down the aisle when I got married. He made a lot of mistakes and missed out on a lot because being right was more important than anything else to him. I don’t know that he ever realized how alone he really was. I don’t know that he ever embraced Jesus. He was my grandfather, he was loved by God. His name was Robert Kysar.