GRANDPA ASKED FOR ONE LAST FISHING TRIP—SO WE DROVE HIM OUT BEFORE THE HOSPITAL COULD CALL

He kept saying he didn’t want a big goodbye. “Just a sandwich, a folding chair, and a quiet lake,” Grandpa told me. “I don’t need all the fuss.” But we knew. We all knew this wasn’t just a casual Saturday picnic. His surgery was scheduled for Monday morning. They said it was routine, but when…