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We bought a house last weekend and finally have made all the arrangements to finalize it (mortgage, lawyer, house inspection, insurance, etc)... We're both very, very, very excited.
And then my Grandpa died last night.
He'd been in the hospital for a week now, having come and gone a few times the few weeks prior. My mom called yesterday around 9:30 to say he wasn't doing well and could go in the next few hrs or days. I didn't work till 11 and called in.
I joined my parents at the hospital, my sister coming in around 1. A priest, at our request, came and read him the sacrement of the sick. My grandpa knew what was happening, nodded when the priest introduced himself and tried to make the sign of the cross. Even though he couldn't communicate well, we knew he would be happy that it was done.
Around 5pm my dad finally convinced my mom to leave for 5 mins as he was just given some more sedative/pain control. He's had congesitive heart failure for 25+ years, so all day he was rattling with every breath. A couple mins later my sister and I both looked at him at the same time b/c it was getting quieter... she grabbed the nurse and I ran to the sitting area to grab my mom.
We made it back just in time for his last few breaths. It was the first time my sister and I ever witnessed someone die.
I'm relieved now that he's gone as he's had a rough 6mos or so. He's 89 1/2 yrs old, outlived all his siblings and their spouses, except one brother-in-law somewhere in BC.
We weren't very close, he was very hard of hearing and sort of shut down b/c of it, but I'll miss him and his amusing anecdotes.
And then my Grandpa died last night.
He'd been in the hospital for a week now, having come and gone a few times the few weeks prior. My mom called yesterday around 9:30 to say he wasn't doing well and could go in the next few hrs or days. I didn't work till 11 and called in.
I joined my parents at the hospital, my sister coming in around 1. A priest, at our request, came and read him the sacrement of the sick. My grandpa knew what was happening, nodded when the priest introduced himself and tried to make the sign of the cross. Even though he couldn't communicate well, we knew he would be happy that it was done.
Around 5pm my dad finally convinced my mom to leave for 5 mins as he was just given some more sedative/pain control. He's had congesitive heart failure for 25+ years, so all day he was rattling with every breath. A couple mins later my sister and I both looked at him at the same time b/c it was getting quieter... she grabbed the nurse and I ran to the sitting area to grab my mom.
We made it back just in time for his last few breaths. It was the first time my sister and I ever witnessed someone die.
I'm relieved now that he's gone as he's had a rough 6mos or so. He's 89 1/2 yrs old, outlived all his siblings and their spouses, except one brother-in-law somewhere in BC.
We weren't very close, he was very hard of hearing and sort of shut down b/c of it, but I'll miss him and his amusing anecdotes.