Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Something personal

If you were hoping this was a new post about one of our travels, it's not. Sorry. I have pictures from  a few more trips in Europe to post but they will have to wait until another time. What you're going to get isn't even going to be a very well written post. Today I want to tell you about someone very important to me that I have to say goodbye to.

Most people my age aren't lucky enough to still have all their grandparents. I won't go into exactly how old I am, but lets just say I'm getting up there. I don't know if it's like this for everyone but I tend to get people stuck in my head at a certain age and that's how old they are to me forever. For my brother it's three years old. I will always remember him calling the kittens at my grandma's house, "Here titty titty titty!" with his squeaky little voice. For my mom, she's continuously 36. I'm not sure why she's stuck at that age, maybe that was the year I became aware of her age. Anyhow I'm getting dangerously close to her age...that can't be right! My grandpa will always be about 65 in my head. Even at 65 he was still building houses, golfing every weekend, teaching us to shoot with a bow and arrow in his backyard. My grandpa played games with us. He has always been a practical joker. He likes puzzles and Where's Waldo. He could make anything out of wood. I still have several pieces that he made that have now been passed down to my daughter. Last year he turned 91. It seems hard to believe. It hasn't been that long since he quit golfing and building things. My grandma and grandpa recently sold their home and moved into an assisted living facility. Last Monday my grandpa had a massive heart attack and was put into CCU. We were told he may not live much longer and made an emergency drive up to visit him. Thankfully we got to see him and he has stayed pretty stable during our visit. He was transferred to hospice care yesterday. I don't know how much longer my grandpa has to live but I know exactly when I have to say goodbye. We have to leave on Friday morning. Tomorrow night I have to go say goodbye to my grandpa for the last time. We won't be able to come visit again anytime soon and probably won't be able to come back for his funeral so this is it. I wish I could stop time. One day just isn't enough to say tell someone how much you love them and say thanks for all they have meant to you your entire life.

If some of my friends see this and are upset that I didn't call you while we were here, I hope you can understand why. This visit was about family. We didn't know how much time we would have and didn't want to make plans. Very few people knew we were here.

I love you Grandpa.

1 comment:

  1. I am sorry for your loss, Holly. I will pray for you and your family. It's always so hard to say goodbye but just know that one day you will see him again ((hugs))