This weekend, the sun set on my beloved grandfather, a.k.a. Poppo. He was an amazing artist, dancer and gin drinker with whom I was honored to share 30 birthdays.
He was 92 years young when he passed and he sang and danced until the end. I held his hand for a week, sending oh so much love his way and getting even more love in return.
This is the third family member I’ve watched die in 18 months. Each one went in his own way and Poppo chose to go in his living room, overlooking a gorgeous sunset, surrounded by family.
Every day, at 5pm, Poppo and Gramma had a drink. Gramma had her vodka and Poppo had his Beefeater gin with one ice cube, two olives (three if I was there to eat one) and a cocktail onion, and so at 5pm on the day he died, we all gathered and had a drink in his honor.
If you get a chance at 5pm some night, do the same.