Pedley's Ponderings

It’s never good when you wake up to multiple missed calls from one person. When I saw I had two from my dad on Tuesday morning, I already knew what he was going to tell me before I swiped to call back.

My grandpa, Robert Pedley, had passed away in his sleep that night at the age of 94. Though his health had been declining in recent months, you can never truly steel yourself for the loss of a loved one who’s been there your whole life.

I’m not sad, though. My grandpa lived a long and fulfilling life. He never had it particularly easy, but he made the most out of everything. That’s something to...