Remembering Grandpa Edwards
Yesterday was the 16th anniversary of my Grandpa's death. Some days it seems like yesterday. Other days, it doesn't hurt so badly. I was a freshman at Appalachian State University. I think it was a Tuesday. I called my parents every day. Some days, I would call Mom a few times. That day, I couldn't get anyone to answer. :( About 5pm, right before I had concert band practice, I got a phone call. It was my dad calling from the box downstairs. I didn't think anything weird about it because Dad has always (almost my entire life) been a truck driver. So when Dad said he was in the area and wanted to see me, I didn't think it was strange. (His truck routes took him many places on a daily basis.) When I got downstairs to let them in, I saw my dad and my pastor, Greg Sloop. I knew something was fishy then. When I opened the door, I saw Mom. She was teary-eyed. Then Dad and Pastor Greg told me about G...