I lost my grandpa, Ken Bruestle, to pneumonia yesterday. He was 77.

He was in the hospital for 21 days; most of them were in the ICU. His body, as strong and healthy as it was, couldn’t fight the infection.

My heart is broken. I go through bouts of normalcy, but then I’m crying and yelling “Grandpa!” over and over. He was so special to me.

I am proud to be his granddaughter and to carry his last name.

Grandpa, I love you all to crazy. I miss you more than I can bear.