missing a family member
My friend Josh just lost his Grandma...
I haven't had that lose yet...I'm not looking forward to it. I'm not a strong person. What ever happens will effect me for a while.
When my sister and I visited my dad in Texas several years back, we were able to meet out Great-uncle. He was in a wheel chair and could barely move. I remember having to cut up his fruit salad and feeding it to him. My heart went out to him. He was the sweetest man. He lived at a home a few miles away from my uncles house. We would pick him up and hang out with him at the house. One night, my sister and I spent most of the night with him in his room at the home just telling him about us. The family had posted up a bulletin board by his bed with pictures of everyone. He was never really alone that way. I had brought a few framed pictures that I had done with me to my visit in Texas. I have a really hard time parting with my pieces, but when his eyes lit up over one of them, I had to give it to him. I signed the back of the frame, giving my love to him. Jen and I also had our scrap books with us. We showed him our entire life. Even though he could barely speak, he said so much with the glare in his eye and the smile he tried to crack. (I'm starting to get teary eyed)....When hanging the picture for him, he wanted it on the wall at the foot of his bed so he could see it always. It was low on the wall so there was no glare from the light shinning in from the window. When Jennifer and I left Texas, he died a week later....no one told us until the funeral was over....I was so MAD!! A part of me wants that picture back so I can better remember him....But my uncle has it in his house....That was over 4 years ago....I loved him so much in the few weeks I knew him.
I haven't had that lose yet...I'm not looking forward to it. I'm not a strong person. What ever happens will effect me for a while.
When my sister and I visited my dad in Texas several years back, we were able to meet out Great-uncle. He was in a wheel chair and could barely move. I remember having to cut up his fruit salad and feeding it to him. My heart went out to him. He was the sweetest man. He lived at a home a few miles away from my uncles house. We would pick him up and hang out with him at the house. One night, my sister and I spent most of the night with him in his room at the home just telling him about us. The family had posted up a bulletin board by his bed with pictures of everyone. He was never really alone that way. I had brought a few framed pictures that I had done with me to my visit in Texas. I have a really hard time parting with my pieces, but when his eyes lit up over one of them, I had to give it to him. I signed the back of the frame, giving my love to him. Jen and I also had our scrap books with us. We showed him our entire life. Even though he could barely speak, he said so much with the glare in his eye and the smile he tried to crack. (I'm starting to get teary eyed)....When hanging the picture for him, he wanted it on the wall at the foot of his bed so he could see it always. It was low on the wall so there was no glare from the light shinning in from the window. When Jennifer and I left Texas, he died a week later....no one told us until the funeral was over....I was so MAD!! A part of me wants that picture back so I can better remember him....But my uncle has it in his house....That was over 4 years ago....I loved him so much in the few weeks I knew him.