Gone but never forgotten

I just wanted to say goodbye to my grandfather who passed away a couple of weeks ago at the ripe old age of 89. He was a great man with a big heart and a wonderful gift for music.
An incredible trumpet player who played in a dixieland band all the way up until he was 86 years old. He gave up the band to take care of my grandmother who had a sever stroke. When she died a year later, I could see his health start to decline at a rapid pace. I think they were together too long to live apart from each other. Years ago I saw the same thing happen with my other grandparents. My other grandmother definitely died of a broken heart after my grandpa passed. I miss all four of my grandparents very much but I know they are all at peace and I have many fond memories to look back on. Farewell , I love you all very much.