Today is Grandpa’s birthday. He would have been 83 years old. He lived a wonderful, full life but I’m sad that he’s gone. I’m sad that Grandma isn’t at Methodist Oaks today. I’m sad that she’s visiting the Bowman cemetery instead. I’m sad that she’s alone now after being with Lawrence Martin Weathers, for better or for worse, for 58 years. That’s an indescribably long time from where I’m sitting – I can’t really imagine being 58, much less being 83 and married to Bobby for 58 years.