so, bad things come in threes, right? please don't tell me fours or fives.

my grandpa, frank pillsbury, passed away last night. he had been hospitalized for bronchitis, then had a partial hip replacement and i guess he never really bounced back from the combination. i know my dad is glad (as am i) that grandpa didn't have a long decline. he was 101, so there's no denying that he had a full life. i really do wish i had one more chance to see him, and that he might have been able to see his great grandaughter rory again-i'm just thankful he got to meet her twice!

goodbye grandpa, we love you...