And so a man dies

This week has been a long one for my family, more specifically my Wife's family.  Her Grandfather passed away Sunday evening at about 9:30 pm.  He was 84 years old.  This has had me thinking all week about a mans life and death and how they go.  This man was sometimes mean or rude, but mostly he was a man.  He worked his whole life, even after he retired he was constantly working on someones car/truck.  He was an avid hunter, a fisherman, a Father, and a husband.  He had 3 children (two boys and one girl) 12 grandchildren and I'm not sure how many great grand children.  As I watched his last few minutes on this earth I noticed something I've seen before.  A peace that isn't always present, now I know for a fact that he hadn't attended church in many years, but I also know that he upheld certain values and principals that seem to be lost in many households on this planet today.  He died peacfully, as he was ready to see his wife again and (as he himself said before he lost the ability to remember) this time I'm sure he'll show her the appreciation she deserved.  I for one hope only that I am remembered well, that folks will speak kindly of me, and that those who knew me will remember that I stood for something, even when it wasn't popular, and did so as a Man!  It's the best way  to die!