Photo ode to Maine, Mourning Gramps

Our week in Maine was just amazing.  The weather was beautiful, most of the family was able to come, and we had innumerable moments of beauty.  From lobster lunches to tubing,  splendid sunsets to viewings of The Room, lazy afternoons and chats by the victrola, 'twas a true respite from the workaday.  Whenever we return to Maine, after almost 20 years of coming, it truly feels like home.

Little did we know that, amongst chats about reality TV stars or anecdotes about Grammy, this would be our last visit with Gramps. 

Harvey Joseph Humphrey, Sr, my grandfather, passed away on Friday night.  He lived a life full of many adventures, many heartbreaks and many loved ones.


 Gramps, we'll miss your twinkling blue eyes and hooting laugh as you drop into the lake.  We'll miss your thick Boston accent and knowledge of all things mechanical.

Though we may have had differences and disagreements, I am forever thankful for your presence in my life.  You are the only grandfather I have known, and you have taught me of loyalty, devotion, faith, marriage, how to make a pot of coffee stretch and the importance of family.

I love you, Gramps.