On top of my being ill, I received the worst news I could've possibly got last night. My grandpa, Harry Cecil Roberts had passed away. While this depresses me greatly, I am glad that he passed painlessly and quietly. He was asleep in his chair and he just left.

The strange part is he passed on one day after his wife did 5 years ago. Maybe it was she who was calling to him. She died Jan. 29, 2001.

I wish that he could've been here long enough to see me married. Now I have no living grandparents. I never got to meet my dad's parents. *sigh*

I don't have much more to say right now because I'm extremely feverish (102.7) and I'm really missing my Grampa. May he rest in peace and rejoice in being with Mama again. We will miss you...