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I went to see my grandfather yesterday. He's doing amazingly well for a man his age. My wife and I tried to figure out how old he is. Our conclusion, he's at least 91. He didn't have a whole lot to say. He showed me a picture of his company when they were stationed in Guadalcanal during World War II. He also related that there were only a handful of people left in his company. One of his good friends passed away last month.

He also shared with me about how ticked he got when he heard about a friend's grandson who passed up a scholarship by dropping out of school because "he wasn't getting along with his roommate". When my grandfather graduated from high school, he went to work in a nursery. He worked 10 hour days for 12 cents an hour! When he was growing up, the city of Mentor was nothing but farm land and apple orchards. Speaking of apples, on my way out, he gave me a bag of apples and oranges. I'll always remember that when they were growing up, that's what they got for Christmas. Apples, oranges, and walnuts were special to them.

There's nothing like a visit with grandpa to put things into prospective for you. I'm grateful that he's as coherent as he is, so I can benefit from his experience.