Last night Josh’s grandpa passed away.

His name was Frank.

His grandkids called him froggy.

He was a man obsessed with politics and peace and he wrote a children’s book.

He was a father of two boys and a whole lot of girls.

He was a kisser of cheeks and he lived right down the street from us.

He was a lot of things to a lot of people.

And there is much to be said of him, much to be remembered about his life.

But right now, I am remembering the time he came by to get his picture taken.

And I am remembering his smile.

And I am realizing, as I look at his grandson standing next to him, I don’t have to.

He lives on.

Peace, love and joy to you Grandpa Froggy.

We’ll see you again soon.