"Good men must die, but death can not kill their names"

I have been a little hesitant about posting about this, but I am just going to go ahead and do it. On Friday I found out that my great-grandfather, Luther Pettis (my dad's grandfather) passed away in his sleep.



Grandpa Pettis certainly lived a long and very full life with my great grandmother Mayme. They were married for over 70 years, had seven children together, tons of grandchildren, and a myriad of great grandchildren. He was very loved by many people in the community and always volunteered when necessary. He lived such an interesting and varied life, which included publishing books about his experiences such as those on ranches in South Dakota in his youth. He was a man of very great faith and I am taking comfort in the fact that he is in a better place.



The funeral service will take place on Friday morning, so I will probably be leaving my internship a little early to make it up there with my family. It saddens my heart to know that I will be ending such a great experience in such a depressing way, but I will always remember this summer for the highs before the lows.



Friday will also mark five days before my trip to Rhode Island - I am hoping to be able to continue focusing on the way that Grandpa Pettis impacted my life and not the way that his passing has affected me so as not to be an emotional mess while I am there.



I will leave you with the title quote from proverbs "Good men must die, but death can not kill their names."