My Grandpa Orville died peacefully in his home on Saturday, October 10th, at age 92. He was always cheating in games against his grandkids, telling tall tales, and making everyone laugh. He made his grandchildren (all 22 of us) promise to never push him down or spit on his shoes. Because of him, we are all proud to be "Dog-faced Webbs".
I feel so blessed to have such a wonderful Grandpa and to have had him here for so long. I was able to call him before he died to tell him a joke (one of his own) and say goodbye. I am so grateful for eternal families so we can be together forever.
Pictures from my last visit with him
