My grandpa passed away today. He was 90 years old, but even then it was a bit sudden for everyone. He had gone to the hospital last week because of some issues involving his medicine, came back weak, but in good spirits. Then this morning, he started coughing and then collapsed. He died less then twelve hours later.
I was glad I could be there for him when he died, even though he didn’t know I was there. I squeezed his hand and kissed his forehead like I had my mom when she died of breast cancer six years ago. And like I had my dad after he died of a motor cycle accident a few years ago. I am tired of death. Tired of funerals. Tired of crying for the people in my life who have to leave.
My son put a smooth wooden cross in his hand from the gift shop. I thought it was touching, even though we aren’t religious. He knew grandpa was.
Poor grandma. We all figured that she would die before grandpa because he was so much stronger. Healthy as a horse. He was supposed to be the one who could take care of grandma as her mind failed her, and he was doing a good job of it. We don’t know what might have happened unless he threw a clot. His heart was still strong though, even if the rest of him wasn’t.
We miss you already grampa.
Hi Michelle, Sorry to hear about your grandfather. It’s so sad when people leave us. Thank you for the post on my blog. Your illustrations are lovely. I responded on my blog to your question, but in case you don’t see it I said I draw my illustration with pencil, scan it and paint it using the brushes in photoshop. I used to paint illustrations traditionally but seem to be doing rather a lot more digital stuff these days. Take care and love to your family at this sad time.