My Grandfather,
Milo L. Shell, a pacific theater World War II veteran (seen here at my cousin's wedding in August) is dying. He's basically in a morphine coma as his body shuts down from cancers - much more than we knew about. We almost lost him a couple of years ago to pancreatic problems, which was one of the things that prompted me to move back home - I knew it was going to be a time to be closer to family. We're a small one - the grandkids are me, my two younger brothers, and my cousin (his only granddaughter). It was marvelous that he was able to be there to give her away at their wedding.