Fifty-two and holding...

Granddad. That's me! The patriarch of the family line. My father was the oldest and I'm the only. My wife is the oldest and I'm her spouse.

I'll be 53 tomorrow. Seems ancient. Hard to conceive. Perhaps it's time to shop at Salvation Army for cardigan sweaters. Time to cut my hair short, shave my mustache and beard, and read more Reader's Digest© and AARP© publications.

No... I'm Granddad. I'm dad. and I'm a husband. None of the roles change with age, they just are polished. I'm no more ready for 53 than I was for 18 or 22.

But God is good and I'm glad He's timeless.

not to be morbid... just to process

who are we?

Much can be said about a family by looking at the lives they touch.

In memory of Corwin M. Whittum

Yesterday my life was changed again. The man I've learned to call dad was taken home. A horrible car wreck took his life and sent his bride life-lined to Grand Rapids. There's much more in details. But to me. Right now.

My life was changed again. I learned alot about how to be a husband from dad. I learned how to be a dad from him. I learned how to be a Granddad from him. But most of all, I learned about God, my Father, from him. And now, now he's with his father.

I'll miss him. But with missing him comes great responsibility that he won't be forgotten.

I love you dad. See you later.

your son