My grandfather, Wiley Albert Davis, died today. We went and saw him a couple of weeks ago and my wife took this picture of him and me. He was in much worse shape this weekend when we went and saw him. He was 89.
Pappa was the spiritual patriarch of our family, and will be greatly missed.
Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.