GRANDPA ASKED FOR ONE LAST FISHING TRIP—SO WE DROVE HIM OUT BEFORE THE HOSPITAL COULD CALL

Grandpa wanted a simple goodbye before his surgery: a sandwich, a folding chair, and his favorite lake. We gathered there, ate diner food, fished, and shared stories in peaceful silence. As the sun set, he said, “Remember this moment. This is what matters.” The next day, a hospital complication scared us, but Grandpa recovered, smiling, “Guess I’m sticking around.” That day changed us—we stopped taking time for granted. Now, I bring my kids to that lake, not just to fish, but to cherish the quiet, simple moments that matter most.