Bubbles, escaped from his vision as his eyes began to roll to the unforgiving blackness of limbo that was his head, warmth of the sun began to diminish as he descended towards the dark abyss. His name was Jenson , and he was my grandfather. If someone asked me whether or not my grandfather lived a good life, I would ask them, Which one? The one where he was a deep sea diver, or the one where he was an astronaut on the way to the moon ,or was it the one where he was both?

Growing up with my grandfather was an experience I will never forget. My grandfather never went to war, he had never been to the moon, and he had never been on a deep sea dive of the Atlantic, but He could tell you how heavy the rocks were on the moon, and he could tell you that the bottom of the Atlantic is as cold as the dead of winter. That's what made him so special to me because even in his 90's he still maintained the adventure and the wonder of a five-year-old, where the bottom of the ocean was only a few feet deep and that the moon is just down the street. He always used to tell me "most people die before the ship even sinks."

When I was younger I never fully understood what he meant by it, until now when I met him in the hospital for the last story he would ever tell me. He mumbled the words "Most people die before the ship even sinks" "my favorite quote" he said. It means the death of old age and sickness is not true death, but when your imagination dies that's when your no more. "Thanks for coming to see me" he said. "I have one last adventure for us."

"I'm Ready" I said, and he began to tell his story.

Bubbles, escaped from my vision as my eyes began to roll to the unforgiving blackness of limbo that was my head, the warmth of the sun began to diminish as I descended towards the dark abyss....My grandfathers heart rate increased and increased then gone as if in the moment he was telling me his last story, he was at peace knowing he had given me a life of adventure.

I did not cry, I did not scream, I called the nurse and told them he was gone. For I was not sad because he didn't die, he kept his imagination and just skipped death and went straight to heaven to finish his story, and get even god himself to sit on the edge of his seat.