Floyd

Floyd was 97. A fall on the driveway and a broken bone led to a couple of days in the hospital where he unceremoniously drifted away on Tuesday afternoon. No suffering, no commotion, not a bad way to go.

Floyd was Mary's (Mrs. THC) grandfather, so she was on an early Southwest flight to Kansas City this morning.

The funeral is Saturday and there shouldn't be too many tears. Not because Floyd was unloved, but because it was time. He had dementia and was often not certain where he was or who was around him. So Floyd's family will celebrate his life and say goodbye. A big family gathering with food and laughter. Floyd would have liked that.