Poppy, my grandfather, Clarence Oliver Burris gave me the nickname E.Katie.P. I am named after his wife, my grandmother, Nanaw, Catherine. When his memory started to go he was reminded who I was by "the girl you use to watch jump the hurdles". He had come to some of my track meets. Now with his memory not serving him so well, the old hurdle trick doesn't work anymore. He hardly remembers his own children and I think it's very distressing to him. My grandfather is a neat man, a poet, a dad, a grandfather, a husband with a Bible all marked up and worn. I did a post on him a little while ago. You can read one of his poems HERE. It's a favorite.
 I'm not near my grandfather although I hear about his care frequently. I'm so thankful for the people who have taken such good care of him for so long. My Aunt Janna, my Aunt Ronna, my own mother, and my Uncle Tim. They have sacrificed a lot (including a lot of sleep) to care for him. 
I don't think he has too much longer here on earth. I think he's ready to go. I don't know exactly what is needed to complete his mission here but I'm sure it's purpose is for someone else. Probably to teach things that could not be taught any other way. I know he will rejoice when he is united with Catherine again.
I Love Poppy!