That my "Pa Paw" would move on to heaven up in the mountains, doing what he loved, right where he loved to be. I never imagined it would be in a hospital, on a vent. This man, my grandfather fought in WW2, a Sergeant, he saw the worst the world had to offer, and made it home safe. For as long as I have known him he has been a lumberjack, packing his lunch, and heading up into the Rockie Mountains. I remember his smell, a mix of tums, and old spice. He smelled so good. His arms covered in tattoos telling the stories of where he had once been in life, and then, the life he lived in front of me, told the story of where he was now. Strong, made it through the worst, but softer, funnier, and more loving from it. He was a real man, all I ever knew was a great man. I love you Pa Paw, I miss you so much.