Grandpa, Grandma, MIL, Morgan, Oaf Me
Don't you just hate it when you're looking for a good photo of someone and you suddenly realize that you didn't take any? Have I really been around my husband's family for this long and don't have a single good picture of his grandfather? How is that possible? But it's true. I can't find a single one. So here's a pretty bad photo from my wedding. Random chairs, lots of empty space, and one unhappy MIL. This, my friends, is what you get when you hire the cheapest wedding photographer you can find.
Cropping is a good thing.
Late Tuesday night, Morgan's Grandpa passed away. He had been in failing health for a while. The family had been put on notice that the end was near about a week ago. At the age of 86, after 66 years of marriage, Pete (real name Clyde, don't ask) passed away peacefully in his sleep with one of his many children at his side. Viewing is tomorrow night, funeral is Saturday.
He was a very kind man with a very firm mindset on the way things should be. Him and Grandma were the ones who worked to keep MIL involved with the family and refused to let her be excluded from family functions just because she was no longer married to their son. I credit them with the fact that Morgan has any kind of a relationship at all with his dad, as the divorce was one hell of a bitter debacle and MIL still curses his name to this day. As you can imagine, Morgan was very close to his Grandpa. As all of the grandchildren and great grandchildren were. He will definitely be missed and his loss will no doubt leave a big hole in their family that I don't think will ever be filled.
It's a shame that Simon Arthur Samuel Mongo Eino Delano Dennis G. will never get to meet him. I wish I had taken more pictures.