My poor babies are just devastated. I’m so sad for them, as well as being sad myself. Grandpa had promised to take my son on a golfing trip to San Antonio, and that was the first thing he said when I told him. Last night, when I was trying to put them to bed, he said, “Grandpa was going to do special things for me,” with his eyes full of tears.

It’s equally painful to hear them be so worried about their dad and grandma. I’m trying to keep them as busy as possible, but still letting them know it’s okay to be sad. I can’t even relate, because I’ve never lost a relative that I was this close to.