In the 5th grade, my brothers and I were playing soccer in the backyard and Grandpa decided to play, too.  We had so much fun and thought it was a little funny to see Grandpa trying to race us to the ball.  The next day, Grandpa was in a lot of pain with his knee. In May 2005, Grandpa was in the hospital and the doctors didn't expect him to make it 8 weeks.  I was so upset because my wedding was in 10 weeks and I wanted Grandpa there.  I taught in Nashville that year and would visit him at Vanderbilt after school.  I would try to be strong for him, but would cry instead.  He told me with tears in his eyes, "I am going to be at your wedding and I'll be the best grandpa there!"   Ten weeks later my grandpa WAS at my wedding and he WAS the best grandpa there! - Sarah Louise Mouw