I took this photo of Grandpa Bitter back in February. Little did I know it would be the last time I saw him.
It's my favorite.
I remember him always, sitting there, chin resting on hands, listening, thinking, or just enjoying the view.
I remember his hands.
They've always looked similar to this. Strong fingers, bent with age. I specifically made a point to take a picture, so I'd always remember.
They're so much like my father's hands, and a bit like mine.
He passed away earlier this evening.
He lived a full and happy life. Enjoyed 64 years of marriage, and lived to be 91.
Love you Grandpa!