Living Hell (short of)
Well now my grandpa down here most likely had a stroke. Went to the hospital and now is in a nursing home. Since Sunday he has refused to eat. its only a matter of time before he's gone. I'm giving him 2 weeks. i'm all ok with it. I have come to terms that he needs to move on. And also not the grandpa I remember. Also this way my grandma will not louse everything.
Now moving on to my other grandpa up north. I went up with my mom at 6 am on tuesday morning to go to Fargo for the family conference. It was really hard to see my grandpa so very helpless. But never the less I was very happy to get a chance to go up to see him. We all had time before the conference started so we all spent time talking to him. At least to me it felt like my grandpa didn't want to let go of my hand. He hadn't done that for anyone else. Also I told him my "pig" joke (that I got from Hazel). And he smiled at the exact time I got to the punch line. I don't care what anyone else think I know that my grandpa is there. There's no way in HELL that was just a coincidence. he smiled!!! During the conference the Dr's don't think he will get any better then he already is. They don't think he will ever regain control/movement of his right side. I don't give a DAM what the DR's think I believe in miracles and also my grandpa is a fighter. He has been in some part of the military since he was 17. He will not give up. I know he will. He has to show my aunt and uncle that there is a god. Not just for my aunt but to her kids. My cousin's are nonbeliever's. They really need to believe that you go some place after you die. So it doesn't make it so dam scary for them as they grow older. I know there will be a miracle from all of this. There needs to be.
Now moving on to my other grandpa up north. I went up with my mom at 6 am on tuesday morning to go to Fargo for the family conference. It was really hard to see my grandpa so very helpless. But never the less I was very happy to get a chance to go up to see him. We all had time before the conference started so we all spent time talking to him. At least to me it felt like my grandpa didn't want to let go of my hand. He hadn't done that for anyone else. Also I told him my "pig" joke (that I got from Hazel). And he smiled at the exact time I got to the punch line. I don't care what anyone else think I know that my grandpa is there. There's no way in HELL that was just a coincidence. he smiled!!! During the conference the Dr's don't think he will get any better then he already is. They don't think he will ever regain control/movement of his right side. I don't give a DAM what the DR's think I believe in miracles and also my grandpa is a fighter. He has been in some part of the military since he was 17. He will not give up. I know he will. He has to show my aunt and uncle that there is a god. Not just for my aunt but to her kids. My cousin's are nonbeliever's. They really need to believe that you go some place after you die. So it doesn't make it so dam scary for them as they grow older. I know there will be a miracle from all of this. There needs to be.