He's telling me it's time to raise a glass, make a toast, a toast in your honor.

My dad and his sister have now watched both of their parents die. They were there, in the room, on the separate occasions when first their mother and now their father passed away. I can't imagine it, and yet they both seem to have taken away some comfort, some peace, from the experience.

So strange to be filled simultaneously with such conflicting emotions. Such sadness and yet such elation. Such deep love but such profound disappointment. Such excitement and optimism mingled with such anxiety and uncertainty.

But here's to you Grandpa. See you on the other side.