My PawPaw is the white haired boy on the far right, sitting on the railing next to the post. October of 2008 Stumbling a little, my grandfather was trying to walk to the house, my dad and uncle Dwight on either side ready to catch him if needed. Kim's voice broke as she put her arm around my waist, "We're really gonna lose him aren't we?" And she began to cry. Putting my arm around her shoulder, I led us off from the crowd. My dad's brother, his only sibling, my cousins, my siblings, parents, and grandparents were all gathered at an old country home that had been owned at one time by my grandfather's family. There's a picture from 1928 with my grandfather's family all gathered around the front porch of that house. And the reason we were back now, in the fall of 2008, was because my grandfather was going to die. Recreating that picture from 1928 with all of us before my grandfather was gone was important to my grandmother. My grandfather