My eyes hurt. *sigh*
As much as you brace yourself for something like this, nothing can prepare you for it.
I woke up this morning and just knew. All during gym, I waited to get called down to the office. When Mrs. Boothby came and found me, took me in her arms and said, "God only takes the good ones." She didn't even have to tell me what happened. As much as I wanted to be strong, I wasn't in the least.
~I love you Grandpa. Rest in peace. My love and prayers will always be with you.~
I hate crying in front of people. All I wanted to do was leave, and quickly, but there are always a select few people whose hugs mean the world. There's really no reasoning behind it, but it brings me a special kind of comfort. Thank you Becca, Joey, and Heather, and everyone else who was there. You mean more than you'll ever know.
I composed myself for when my Dad came home. It was his father. I just held his hand and we sat on the couch together. We didn't even need words.
"She took my hand
And said, 'Daddy, Don't be sad.'
Grandpa's watching you today, cuz
There are holes in the floor of heaven."
I'll miss my Grandfather terribly, but seeing my Dad so sad gets to me just as much. My Dad is one of seven children, but I know my Dad was the closest with his Dad. It always seems like he does more than his fair share of the family duties, but he never mentions it. He's the strong type, always with the stiff upper-lip, being strong so everybody else doesn't have to be. When he cries, it hits everyone hard.
He was the last grandparent I had left. Although I knew them all, I definitely knew him the best. He was a Michigan Football fan to the core (A man after my own heart) and he always adored coming to my basketball games. Even near the very end when his health wasn't even close to perfect and he was constantly uncomfortable, he came and crawled up those bleachers anyway. I was so touched that he went through all of that just for me. I remember thinking, "It's going to be so strange when I look around and don't see him sitting there," but it never seemed like it would really happen. He hadn't been doing well for a long time, but he kept getting better, then worse, then better, then worse. We all secretly expected him to get better again, until this morning. He passed in his sleep, and all of his children were there. I'm thankful, but there won't be a basketball game next year when I won't think of him.
Every Christmas, my millions of cousins and I would go over to his house on Christmas Eve for secret santa gifts. He was the most generous person ever. He had a lot of people in his family, but every year he gave out huge sums of money to all the parents and grandchildren. Every year I was totally amazed at his generosity. I'm not sure Christmas will ever be the same.
He came over every Tuesday night for dinner. After dinner, we would ask him what movie he wanted to watch out of the ones we rented, and he'd always pick the one with the busty ladies on the cover. It cracked me up every time.
He saw Brian McKenna and Kiel at one of my games a while back, and it was the same time that my Dad's Chinese work friends were visiting, and he leaned over to them and said, "Why don't you take those kids back to China with you and leave them halfway." It was so funny. He wasn't accustomed to seeing us with boyfriends, and he loved giving them shit.
Whenever my Grandpa saw me, he'd always grab my hand and hold it for what seemed like 20 mintues. He held it so tight, and if I was wearing a ring, it would hurt for like a week after that. It's those kinds of things, that I didn't think I would miss, that I'll miss the most.
"Well, it must be kind of crowded
On the streets of heaven."
I don't know how people can live without believing in God and heaven. That's what's getting me through this. I'm happy that he's not suffering anymore and that he'll be reunited with my Grandma. He's healthy, happy, and comfortable again. God will take care of him. Please keep him in your prayers.
I woke up this morning and just knew. All during gym, I waited to get called down to the office. When Mrs. Boothby came and found me, took me in her arms and said, "God only takes the good ones." She didn't even have to tell me what happened. As much as I wanted to be strong, I wasn't in the least.
~I love you Grandpa. Rest in peace. My love and prayers will always be with you.~
I hate crying in front of people. All I wanted to do was leave, and quickly, but there are always a select few people whose hugs mean the world. There's really no reasoning behind it, but it brings me a special kind of comfort. Thank you Becca, Joey, and Heather, and everyone else who was there. You mean more than you'll ever know.
I composed myself for when my Dad came home. It was his father. I just held his hand and we sat on the couch together. We didn't even need words.
"She took my hand
And said, 'Daddy, Don't be sad.'
Grandpa's watching you today, cuz
There are holes in the floor of heaven."
I'll miss my Grandfather terribly, but seeing my Dad so sad gets to me just as much. My Dad is one of seven children, but I know my Dad was the closest with his Dad. It always seems like he does more than his fair share of the family duties, but he never mentions it. He's the strong type, always with the stiff upper-lip, being strong so everybody else doesn't have to be. When he cries, it hits everyone hard.
He was the last grandparent I had left. Although I knew them all, I definitely knew him the best. He was a Michigan Football fan to the core (A man after my own heart) and he always adored coming to my basketball games. Even near the very end when his health wasn't even close to perfect and he was constantly uncomfortable, he came and crawled up those bleachers anyway. I was so touched that he went through all of that just for me. I remember thinking, "It's going to be so strange when I look around and don't see him sitting there," but it never seemed like it would really happen. He hadn't been doing well for a long time, but he kept getting better, then worse, then better, then worse. We all secretly expected him to get better again, until this morning. He passed in his sleep, and all of his children were there. I'm thankful, but there won't be a basketball game next year when I won't think of him.
Every Christmas, my millions of cousins and I would go over to his house on Christmas Eve for secret santa gifts. He was the most generous person ever. He had a lot of people in his family, but every year he gave out huge sums of money to all the parents and grandchildren. Every year I was totally amazed at his generosity. I'm not sure Christmas will ever be the same.
He came over every Tuesday night for dinner. After dinner, we would ask him what movie he wanted to watch out of the ones we rented, and he'd always pick the one with the busty ladies on the cover. It cracked me up every time.
He saw Brian McKenna and Kiel at one of my games a while back, and it was the same time that my Dad's Chinese work friends were visiting, and he leaned over to them and said, "Why don't you take those kids back to China with you and leave them halfway." It was so funny. He wasn't accustomed to seeing us with boyfriends, and he loved giving them shit.
Whenever my Grandpa saw me, he'd always grab my hand and hold it for what seemed like 20 mintues. He held it so tight, and if I was wearing a ring, it would hurt for like a week after that. It's those kinds of things, that I didn't think I would miss, that I'll miss the most.
"Well, it must be kind of crowded
On the streets of heaven."
I don't know how people can live without believing in God and heaven. That's what's getting me through this. I'm happy that he's not suffering anymore and that he'll be reunited with my Grandma. He's healthy, happy, and comfortable again. God will take care of him. Please keep him in your prayers.