Always Love you Grandpa Francisco
She cried long and hard, with her face buried in his lap while he cried silently, leaned over her in his favorite chair. That was what my sister and I witnessed after having to break the news to both my parents that my grandpa had died.
Miguel called while I was at work and broke the news to me. I picked Daniel up from school and then debated with myself on whether I should go to my mom's work and tell her, or if I should wait until later. I decided on waiting. Then I thought about telling her on our way home but I knew she would break down on the road and I couldn't give her a comforting hug if that were the case. So I waited. I hated waiting. She slept in the car on the way home while I thought about when to tell her. My sister took care of that. She gave my mom a hug as soon as she walked in the door and took her to her room. There she broke the devastating news to our mom and she held her as my mom let out a silent cry. My dad looked up at me from his chair and asked me what was wrong. I mouthed to him that grandpa had died. Our dad cried too. He loves my grandparents. We didn't tell him earlier because of his heart condition and we didn't know how he would react. So my sister comforted our mom while I comforted our dad. It was hard. Everyone cried. It made it even harder seeing my mom endure even more bad news, as if this year wasn't hard enough on her already. It's just crazy how so much is happening this year. It's almost surreal. I'm just glad my mom got to see my grandpa over the weekend in Mexico while he was still alive. It would have been even more devastating to her if he would've died before she got to see him again. She seems down yet doing good at the same time. Instead of crying and letting it out some more my mom took her head out of his lap to ask my dad how he felt. She worried more about my dad than herself. Then she talked to us about my grandpa's condition and how she knew he wouldn't recover, yet they continued to pray for him to have more time. I don't have to mention again how strong my mom is because that's a given. As strong as my grandma who is now alone on their ranch in Mexico. I told my mom we should bring her over here so she can be with my mom and my aunts. I hope someone decides to bring her here or at least stay with her to help her cope with her broken heart. I'm also glad that my grandpa's request to be taken back to his home was granted to him and he was able to pass away in the place where he labored and loved for many, many years. So now another recovery period begins.
To my grandpa Francisco Zuniga: We will always love you and may you rest in peace. I know you will be watching over us from above. God Bless You.
Miguel called while I was at work and broke the news to me. I picked Daniel up from school and then debated with myself on whether I should go to my mom's work and tell her, or if I should wait until later. I decided on waiting. Then I thought about telling her on our way home but I knew she would break down on the road and I couldn't give her a comforting hug if that were the case. So I waited. I hated waiting. She slept in the car on the way home while I thought about when to tell her. My sister took care of that. She gave my mom a hug as soon as she walked in the door and took her to her room. There she broke the devastating news to our mom and she held her as my mom let out a silent cry. My dad looked up at me from his chair and asked me what was wrong. I mouthed to him that grandpa had died. Our dad cried too. He loves my grandparents. We didn't tell him earlier because of his heart condition and we didn't know how he would react. So my sister comforted our mom while I comforted our dad. It was hard. Everyone cried. It made it even harder seeing my mom endure even more bad news, as if this year wasn't hard enough on her already. It's just crazy how so much is happening this year. It's almost surreal. I'm just glad my mom got to see my grandpa over the weekend in Mexico while he was still alive. It would have been even more devastating to her if he would've died before she got to see him again. She seems down yet doing good at the same time. Instead of crying and letting it out some more my mom took her head out of his lap to ask my dad how he felt. She worried more about my dad than herself. Then she talked to us about my grandpa's condition and how she knew he wouldn't recover, yet they continued to pray for him to have more time. I don't have to mention again how strong my mom is because that's a given. As strong as my grandma who is now alone on their ranch in Mexico. I told my mom we should bring her over here so she can be with my mom and my aunts. I hope someone decides to bring her here or at least stay with her to help her cope with her broken heart. I'm also glad that my grandpa's request to be taken back to his home was granted to him and he was able to pass away in the place where he labored and loved for many, many years. So now another recovery period begins.
To my grandpa Francisco Zuniga: We will always love you and may you rest in peace. I know you will be watching over us from above. God Bless You.