Grampa died yesterday morning. His nurses said he wasn't aware of being in any discomfort at the very end, and I am sure that he knew we were there singing to him on Friday night.
I am happy for him, knowing that he isn't struggling any longer, and so grateful that Dad never had to make a decision about whether or not to continue feeding him.
And it goes without saying that I am incredibly sad.
Grampa had a cunning wit, and a love for words, and he looked for the good in people, and more often than not, he found it.
I am happy for him, knowing that he isn't struggling any longer, and so grateful that Dad never had to make a decision about whether or not to continue feeding him.
And it goes without saying that I am incredibly sad.
Grampa had a cunning wit, and a love for words, and he looked for the good in people, and more often than not, he found it.
Meeting your Grampa was a very special experience for me. I'm grateful for the opportunity.
He's free now.
*hugs*
Grampa as he travels to the next great adventure.
((((hug))))
xox
I miss him too.