On Friday, May 3, both my grandfather and grandmother passed away in the same afternoon.
They had been married 71 years, and I can only hope that God just didn't want them to spend a day apart so they went to heaven together that day.
While my dad lost both of his parents in a matter of hours, he said there were a lot of blessings in their deaths.
Blessings of faith, and of love.
My grandfather was 95 and my grandmother was 91. They lived long, fulfilling lives. I'll miss them both very much, but find peace in knowing they're together.