Death and Old Age
Those do go hand in hand.
I have a great-grandmother who is 96 and in a nursing home. I'm awful and haven't visited her in almost 3 years because it is always so hard when it is time to leave, to just leave her there.
We just got back from visiting my dad's biological mom (Alice, who is the youngest grandparent at 65) and her husband (who is the oldest of the grandparents at 85 or 86). He's never doing well, but he still lives at home. Alice takes good care of him.
My dad's biological father (Jess) is in his early 70s and I think his wife (Pat) is in her late 60s.
My dad's adoptive parents are 73 and 74. My grandfather is in the VA Hospital here in Norman.
My mom's parents are 69 and 77.
Ben still has all four of his grandparents as well.
Today I went shopping with my parents and David all of a sudden said that Granddad Adair is in the hospital (which is true) and so my dad asked him if he wanted to go see him, and David said yes. We get there and my dad goes in to see how he's doing and to see if he feels well enough for us to see him. He isn't very responsive and my dad checks him out and pushes the nurse call button. No one comes. He comes out and lets us know that he's having a hard time breathing though he's on oxygen. One side of him is burning up while the other side is cold and clammy. His heart rate keeps jumping eradically from 64bmp to 140range. My dad's freaking out. Looks around the floor three times before two nurses come out of one room where they had a bad fall not long before we got there. There were 4 nurses in that room all together. He asked one of them to check on his dad and she was really rude and pissy with him. Like 15 minutes later she goes and checks on him and says he's always like that, but my dad visits at least once a week and has never seen him like that. My grandmother visits him daily and hasn't seen him like that. They tell him they will call a doctor, and about 10 minutes later my mom takes David, Elaine, and me home. My dad called like 20-25 minutes later (10-15minutes ago) telling me the doctor finally got there and checked on my granddad. Afterwards my granddad was telling my dad that he just didn't want to live anymore and that he was tired. I knew that one of our 13 grandparents had to go sometime, but not now. Not when I'm going back to school in a week. Not at all. I don't want any of them to die. I've never had a family member die before. I know he's not dead yet, but if he's tired of living and being in a hospital it will probably be soon.
I just keep crying and then stop and try not to think about anything and then I think about it again and start crying some more.
I have a great-grandmother who is 96 and in a nursing home. I'm awful and haven't visited her in almost 3 years because it is always so hard when it is time to leave, to just leave her there.
We just got back from visiting my dad's biological mom (Alice, who is the youngest grandparent at 65) and her husband (who is the oldest of the grandparents at 85 or 86). He's never doing well, but he still lives at home. Alice takes good care of him.
My dad's biological father (Jess) is in his early 70s and I think his wife (Pat) is in her late 60s.
My dad's adoptive parents are 73 and 74. My grandfather is in the VA Hospital here in Norman.
My mom's parents are 69 and 77.
Ben still has all four of his grandparents as well.
Today I went shopping with my parents and David all of a sudden said that Granddad Adair is in the hospital (which is true) and so my dad asked him if he wanted to go see him, and David said yes. We get there and my dad goes in to see how he's doing and to see if he feels well enough for us to see him. He isn't very responsive and my dad checks him out and pushes the nurse call button. No one comes. He comes out and lets us know that he's having a hard time breathing though he's on oxygen. One side of him is burning up while the other side is cold and clammy. His heart rate keeps jumping eradically from 64bmp to 140range. My dad's freaking out. Looks around the floor three times before two nurses come out of one room where they had a bad fall not long before we got there. There were 4 nurses in that room all together. He asked one of them to check on his dad and she was really rude and pissy with him. Like 15 minutes later she goes and checks on him and says he's always like that, but my dad visits at least once a week and has never seen him like that. My grandmother visits him daily and hasn't seen him like that. They tell him they will call a doctor, and about 10 minutes later my mom takes David, Elaine, and me home. My dad called like 20-25 minutes later (10-15minutes ago) telling me the doctor finally got there and checked on my granddad. Afterwards my granddad was telling my dad that he just didn't want to live anymore and that he was tired. I knew that one of our 13 grandparents had to go sometime, but not now. Not when I'm going back to school in a week. Not at all. I don't want any of them to die. I've never had a family member die before. I know he's not dead yet, but if he's tired of living and being in a hospital it will probably be soon.
I just keep crying and then stop and try not to think about anything and then I think about it again and start crying some more.