So Grandpa informs me that he will be leaving us soon to “go up yonder.”
“Yeah, right, ” I say.
He just feels puny from his flu shot, that’s all. Once he realizes why he’s so tired today, he starts working on his book again.
Wow, that was a real close call, again! He’s predicted he’s dying about eight times in the last two years.
(Grandpa lived five years more)