Back in school
So I'm back from my adventures in Nebraska. The whole experience left me very drained, both physically and emotionally. The entire time I was there I didn't get more than 6 hours of sleep at one time, with most nights being 4 or 5. The hardest part of it all was seeing all my relatives so sad. With 50+ family members all mourning the loss of one great man, the emotion really overcomes you.
My grandfather was one of the most incredible people I've ever known, and the most hard working individual I've ever heard of. He suffered his whole life, whether it be in leaving Mexico for a better life in America, working to take care of his wife and 8 children, dealing with diabetes or suffering through 4 years of dialysis. He was the strongest man I've ever known, and yet one of the most caring as well. One thing that was said over and over was how much at peace he seemed; all the suffering and hardship was washed out of his face and he looked 20 years younger. His passing truly was a gift for all the pain he endured: he is in God's hands now.
He loved each and every one of his 30 grandchildren and we all loved him right back. We all have so many memories that we can laugh and cry about. The only regret I have in all of this is I never got to say goodbye. I always assumed I would have one more chance to see him. I would always tell people that he would live forever, because that's just how he is. The toughest old Mexican to ever walk the Earth. A long time ago he was diagnosed with diabetes, which eventually seemed to just go away. The doctors had never seen anything like it. They stopped his medication and he was more or less fine, aside from the damage to his kidneys, which was his eventual downfall. Even when his kidneys failed (down to about 10% normal working capacity) and was put on dialysis for 10 hours per day, he lived for another 4 years. That's longer than anyone could have hoped for. I always knew he would live forever, and I was right: he will live on in all our hearts and in God's kingdom.
My grandfather was one of the most incredible people I've ever known, and the most hard working individual I've ever heard of. He suffered his whole life, whether it be in leaving Mexico for a better life in America, working to take care of his wife and 8 children, dealing with diabetes or suffering through 4 years of dialysis. He was the strongest man I've ever known, and yet one of the most caring as well. One thing that was said over and over was how much at peace he seemed; all the suffering and hardship was washed out of his face and he looked 20 years younger. His passing truly was a gift for all the pain he endured: he is in God's hands now.
He loved each and every one of his 30 grandchildren and we all loved him right back. We all have so many memories that we can laugh and cry about. The only regret I have in all of this is I never got to say goodbye. I always assumed I would have one more chance to see him. I would always tell people that he would live forever, because that's just how he is. The toughest old Mexican to ever walk the Earth. A long time ago he was diagnosed with diabetes, which eventually seemed to just go away. The doctors had never seen anything like it. They stopped his medication and he was more or less fine, aside from the damage to his kidneys, which was his eventual downfall. Even when his kidneys failed (down to about 10% normal working capacity) and was put on dialysis for 10 hours per day, he lived for another 4 years. That's longer than anyone could have hoped for. I always knew he would live forever, and I was right: he will live on in all our hearts and in God's kingdom.