When we light our candles, we dim the lights and just bask in the glow of the candles. We enjoy their warmth, their light, and the atmosphere surrounding them.
As the candles start to melt, they get shorter and we realize that they won't last much longer. We do everything we can to keep them burning. We lift them up, we talk to them. Eventually though, the candle starts to sputter. We know the end is near, but we never give up hope until it is extinguished. It is beautiful while it lasts and the memories we have of it will last a lifetime.
My grandpa is like those candles and right now he is sputtering...
On the left is Lynden's grandpa who passed away the day Leeland was born. On the right is my grandpa. This was taken last August at Lochlyn's birthday party. I loved watching the two old farmers sit and talk.
**Edited to add: My grandpa was diagnosed with cancer on 2-4-09. It was totally out of the blue. He had no symptoms until the night before (my birthday). He has been on Hospice since 3-2-09.