three years ago today, my grandpa Stuart was killed on a quiet country 4-way stop about a mile from my house. a drunk driver missed the stop signs. so it goes.

my grandfather was my best friend. he taught me what it meant to be a man. he died on easter morning. he died on the first sunday of my spring break in panama city beach.

his last lesson (and there were many) was that life isn't guaranteed to be as long as we think it should be. if he can die on a quiet country intersection that he's gone through a thousand thousand times before, consider what could happen to you tomorrow. don't be scared - be empowered.

here's to you, Gramps.

progression of a sunset.