My grandfather finally passed late Tuesday night after a very drawn-out and painful process. Some of you have heard the horific stories of the past 7-8 months. My heart hurts (and my tummy from my nerves), but I know he isn't suffering anymore, that the painful waiting is over.
My mom sent me a text earlier on Tuesday morning saying, "they dont think grampa will make it thru 2day". I immediately replied, "I'll be right up". She called and made me promise to stay home. We'd gotten around 8 inches of snow the night before and, down here we were getting an ice storm (level 2 snow emergency), and up there they were having a blizzard (level 3 snow emergency). Even if I had tried, I wouldn't have made it up there alive.
Campus closed that day, and because of some scheduling stuff, I was called off work for the day as well. I sat at home alone, picking up the phone each time before it could even complete a full ring. I could hear my mom in the background when I talked to my sister, saying, "It's okay, Daddy. It's going to be okay, Daddy." My mom or sister would hold the phone up to grampa's ear and let me talk to him. They tell me his yes would flutter and he would move his mouth like he was trying to talk when I talked to him. They think he was waiting for me before he would pass. The night before, he called everyone by my name: doctors, nurses, aides, cousins. ANd I couldn't get up to see him.
The last time I visited the nursing home, on Saturday, he had fallen and broken his hip very badly. We think he had a stroke. He was staring right at me for the longest time, and said, "Is Sarah coming back with the pills?" He thought I was going to get him some pain killers. But I was standing right there. He had left long before he died.
I missed all of my classes yesterday to help with the funeral plans. Didn't go to work either. My brother came to pick me up early that afternoon. I had woken up nauseated and vomitting. On the way u to the funeral home, I threw up twice in my brobot's truck. Since I hadn't eaten at all, it was yellow water. We thought it was funny, 'caue it looked like pee.
I spent my Valentine's Day crying and vomitting.
My mom sent me a text earlier on Tuesday morning saying, "they dont think grampa will make it thru 2day". I immediately replied, "I'll be right up". She called and made me promise to stay home. We'd gotten around 8 inches of snow the night before and, down here we were getting an ice storm (level 2 snow emergency), and up there they were having a blizzard (level 3 snow emergency). Even if I had tried, I wouldn't have made it up there alive.
Campus closed that day, and because of some scheduling stuff, I was called off work for the day as well. I sat at home alone, picking up the phone each time before it could even complete a full ring. I could hear my mom in the background when I talked to my sister, saying, "It's okay, Daddy. It's going to be okay, Daddy." My mom or sister would hold the phone up to grampa's ear and let me talk to him. They tell me his yes would flutter and he would move his mouth like he was trying to talk when I talked to him. They think he was waiting for me before he would pass. The night before, he called everyone by my name: doctors, nurses, aides, cousins. ANd I couldn't get up to see him.
The last time I visited the nursing home, on Saturday, he had fallen and broken his hip very badly. We think he had a stroke. He was staring right at me for the longest time, and said, "Is Sarah coming back with the pills?" He thought I was going to get him some pain killers. But I was standing right there. He had left long before he died.
I missed all of my classes yesterday to help with the funeral plans. Didn't go to work either. My brother came to pick me up early that afternoon. I had woken up nauseated and vomitting. On the way u to the funeral home, I threw up twice in my brobot's truck. Since I hadn't eaten at all, it was yellow water. We thought it was funny, 'caue it looked like pee.
I spent my Valentine's Day crying and vomitting.
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We have to move on, keep going to survive.
It's a process, a part of being alive.
Sorry about your loss, but I'm sure he would be happier if you show you can pass through it.
Kisses, girl.
You're so pretty lady ;*
kisses.
where do you live in? Ohio? Do you never travel around the world?