Today we celebrated my grandfather's (Pop) 95th birthday. He has been in an assisted living for the last 7 years, but stayed active up until the last couple years. He was born the third of four poor farm children to a Baptist preacher and his wife. In his 95 years he married my grandmother, been to war, started a family, became a master mason, had grandchildren, greatgrandchildren, and impacted so many other lives in between. Today he turned 95 and I was pretty proud to have gotten to share it with him. Also next month marks 70 years since he was raised as a master mason, anyone who knows about or is a Freemason knows that's a huge achievement. I can only hope to be half as good of a man as he is. He was pretty excited about the knife I brought him.
