My Grandaddy, David Fry, passed away Sunday evening. He leaves behind a sweet wife and my Grandmother, Jodie Fry. His children and family sat by his side and sang sweet harmony during his last days, one of his favorite things. I remember the first thing he said when he met Aaron, "what part do you sing?". He called me Elizabeth. He will be missed, mostly by his bride, whom I can only imagine is feeling an enormous sense of loss, of being incomplete without him after so many years. I pray she will find peace and comfort in her new home, and know that she will join him someday.
Love you Grandaddy! Excited to see you on the other side, singing with the angels!
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