This has not been a very good year for my family. Two nights ago my mother's father, Paul Morrisson, a man I only really got to know recently, died suddenly after hip replacement surgery he received after a recent fall. He had been in good health and really expected to be around for many more years. He felt so good that he decided to drive across country to visit his sister. He called my mother everyday and aside from the general fatigue a trip like that can cause, he seemed to be in good spirits. Shortly after arriving at his sisters home he suffered the fall which shortened his life. He leaves behind 2 daughters 1 son, and 7 grandchildren.