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Sorry I haven't kept in contact with anyone over the past week but a lot has happened.
Over spring break I had been taking care of my grandfather at his house because he was very sick. He had heart problems for about 2 years (it was pumping at 25% its full capacity for about that long) and was supposed to get a pacemaker put in. But being stubborn person he refused to be put under the knife and because of that he health slowly declined since then. Spring break was really hectic and I didn't get much sleep because several times a night he would wake up to help him to the bathroom. He was put in the hospital a couple days later because of fluid build-up around his heart. My brother and I worked in the morning and went to go see him everyday. Once they removed the fluid (which they had done in January) he was supposed to leave the hospital.
After spring break I went back to Minneapolis and last friday I got a call that my grandfather was moved to a hospice and had a week to live. I couldn't believe it at the time. He had always walked out of the hospital before and I thought this time would be no different. So, I went down to Milwaukee that friday and found out that he had gone into a coma. My family and I stayed and slept at the hospice until Monday morning when he passed away. I ended up staying in Milwaukee because of the wake and the funeral.
I'm still in disbelief; it hasn't hit me yet. He wasn't your see-him-once-every-two-months grampa. My other grandfather passed away a couple years ago, but this time it's too different. I lived with my grampa until I was ten and have been working for him for 8 or 9 years. Everyday of the summer I was up at 8 working with him. When he was sick I took care of him. He's always been here and now he's gone. I don't even know what to say. I was always with him until I went to school at the U. And even then I knew that he was in Milwaukee, working with my brother; I knew he was still here. And in lighter news, my crazy aunt (whom nobody in the family talks to because of things she has done to my grandfather) has ordered an autopsy on my grandfather because of suspicion about how he died. Now the battle starts with her. Damn, can't she just let my grandfather rest? This is insane.
Over spring break I had been taking care of my grandfather at his house because he was very sick. He had heart problems for about 2 years (it was pumping at 25% its full capacity for about that long) and was supposed to get a pacemaker put in. But being stubborn person he refused to be put under the knife and because of that he health slowly declined since then. Spring break was really hectic and I didn't get much sleep because several times a night he would wake up to help him to the bathroom. He was put in the hospital a couple days later because of fluid build-up around his heart. My brother and I worked in the morning and went to go see him everyday. Once they removed the fluid (which they had done in January) he was supposed to leave the hospital.
After spring break I went back to Minneapolis and last friday I got a call that my grandfather was moved to a hospice and had a week to live. I couldn't believe it at the time. He had always walked out of the hospital before and I thought this time would be no different. So, I went down to Milwaukee that friday and found out that he had gone into a coma. My family and I stayed and slept at the hospice until Monday morning when he passed away. I ended up staying in Milwaukee because of the wake and the funeral.
I'm still in disbelief; it hasn't hit me yet. He wasn't your see-him-once-every-two-months grampa. My other grandfather passed away a couple years ago, but this time it's too different. I lived with my grampa until I was ten and have been working for him for 8 or 9 years. Everyday of the summer I was up at 8 working with him. When he was sick I took care of him. He's always been here and now he's gone. I don't even know what to say. I was always with him until I went to school at the U. And even then I knew that he was in Milwaukee, working with my brother; I knew he was still here. And in lighter news, my crazy aunt (whom nobody in the family talks to because of things she has done to my grandfather) has ordered an autopsy on my grandfather because of suspicion about how he died. Now the battle starts with her. Damn, can't she just let my grandfather rest? This is insane.