So, today was a good day. I got up, and took my grandfather to church. He was like a kid in a candy store. He was so energized to be there.
It's been almost 4 years since his life altering stroke. Four years ago this summer, I saw the man that I looked to as a hero laying on in a hosiptal bed. He didn't know who I was at the time he was there for the moment.
It's been four years, three and a half of which the doctors never thought he would have lived.
He did have a really good recovery. He's not totally 100% better, but he's doing alot better then what we expected him to do.
At times he has problems remember things, but we help him out. He's a hardass, old tough WWII guy who won't take time to let this beat him down. He's a fighter. Even through the complications, and everything that's changed. He still gets up in the morning, and makes his own coffee, and still makes it a point to never miss Sunday or Monday Night football.
On the exterior he's a 77 year old man, who fought with the 101st Airborn in WWII. Who served his country with pride. Who raised two upstanding boys and turned them into men. Who now, still is an old man himself, but has the happiness and cares of a child to him.
I said I wouldn't cry writing this journal entry, but here I am. I've been blessed to have my grandfather........no, not just my grandfather, but my hero still with me.
It's been 4 years since he's been to church. This past Christmas Eve Midnight mass was the first he's been to in 4 years. The church he went to was having their first mass that evening in the new church they built. So many people were happy to see him.
See my grandfather was a big part of the church. He read the litergy, he was a eucharistic minister (you know the guys who give out the little wafers at communion).
He was so happy to be at church. So many people welcomed him back and hugged him. He was the happiest I've ever seen him since the stroke. My grandmother said now that he's going back to church he doesn't seem so grumpy.
On the way back home, he was all smiles. He said he really liked listening to Norah Jones CD, and then was like: "So if you're off next weekend or have the time. We're going to church."
So, now I have my new thing to do besides watch football with my grandpa (my hero). I'm going to start going back to church because I've seen it in his eyes. He has faith like a child, it has been unyeilding, and he didn't let it go through all the bad times that hit us over the past 4 years. He's still held onto it.
Today I realized, it's that sort of faith that has drawn me back. See, I've been searching for the past 7 years. Not knowing whether or not to believe in Christian's anymore. The crap that I went through. Though I realize, it's not about the hypocrits. It's about people like my grandfather who have retained their faith through good times and bad times. That the simple act of going to church on Sunday morning or Saturday night brings them so much happiness.
I think I'm finding my belief in God again. All because of my hero.
It's been almost 4 years since his life altering stroke. Four years ago this summer, I saw the man that I looked to as a hero laying on in a hosiptal bed. He didn't know who I was at the time he was there for the moment.
It's been four years, three and a half of which the doctors never thought he would have lived.
He did have a really good recovery. He's not totally 100% better, but he's doing alot better then what we expected him to do.
At times he has problems remember things, but we help him out. He's a hardass, old tough WWII guy who won't take time to let this beat him down. He's a fighter. Even through the complications, and everything that's changed. He still gets up in the morning, and makes his own coffee, and still makes it a point to never miss Sunday or Monday Night football.
On the exterior he's a 77 year old man, who fought with the 101st Airborn in WWII. Who served his country with pride. Who raised two upstanding boys and turned them into men. Who now, still is an old man himself, but has the happiness and cares of a child to him.
I said I wouldn't cry writing this journal entry, but here I am. I've been blessed to have my grandfather........no, not just my grandfather, but my hero still with me.
It's been 4 years since he's been to church. This past Christmas Eve Midnight mass was the first he's been to in 4 years. The church he went to was having their first mass that evening in the new church they built. So many people were happy to see him.
See my grandfather was a big part of the church. He read the litergy, he was a eucharistic minister (you know the guys who give out the little wafers at communion).
He was so happy to be at church. So many people welcomed him back and hugged him. He was the happiest I've ever seen him since the stroke. My grandmother said now that he's going back to church he doesn't seem so grumpy.
On the way back home, he was all smiles. He said he really liked listening to Norah Jones CD, and then was like: "So if you're off next weekend or have the time. We're going to church."
So, now I have my new thing to do besides watch football with my grandpa (my hero). I'm going to start going back to church because I've seen it in his eyes. He has faith like a child, it has been unyeilding, and he didn't let it go through all the bad times that hit us over the past 4 years. He's still held onto it.
Today I realized, it's that sort of faith that has drawn me back. See, I've been searching for the past 7 years. Not knowing whether or not to believe in Christian's anymore. The crap that I went through. Though I realize, it's not about the hypocrits. It's about people like my grandfather who have retained their faith through good times and bad times. That the simple act of going to church on Sunday morning or Saturday night brings them so much happiness.
I think I'm finding my belief in God again. All because of my hero.
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*hugs back*