RIP Grandpa ....
Death is nothing less than pathetic ... a person can live a long and blessed life, but in the end, the only moment that is remembered is the way that they were taken away from those who love them. That is the only thing that I could think of this morning as I sat in my grandfather's hospital room after I found out that he had passed away. I knew since last week that this was probably the end for him and it killed me. Out of all my grandparents, he is the one that I actually talked to and knew things about me. If you knew my grandfather, you would think that sounded odd considering he was paralyzed on his right side due to a stroke and he was unable to speak, write, and walk, yet he was the only one that understood me. When the phone rang at 4:30 in the morning today, I knew something was wrong and I rushed to the hospital with my parents and Stacy only to find out that he had died only a few minutes before we got there. We just stood in front of his room and cried, I dont even remember crying that much because I was so numb. I sat with him for 3 hours after that, I couldn't leave or take my eyes off of him. I will always regret the fact that I missed saying goodbye to him by just a few minutes. He died without any of us there, without his family. I love him so much and I don't know what I'm going to do without him .... Its so hard because I just went through this 3 months ago to the date when my papou (grandfather) died in Greece ..... I miss you grandpa and papou, I love you both so much.