Sad things
This is the second time I've written this post. I had some things I was going to say, but I decided that they don't really belong--not yet, and they can wait to be said and griped about.
If you've read some of my previous personal posts, you may have an idea of where this is going.
But...um...my grandpa died today. This morning, to be exact.
At this point, I mostly feel numb.
He served in World War II, and died in his home at 2 in the morning of brain cancer at the age of 87. The doctors didn't believe he'd make it to Christmas. He did. On Sunday, I got a phone call that he was doing very poorly, so I came down. On Monday, the hospice nurses thought he had only a day left, tops. They were wrong.
His visitation is tomorrow, with open casket (which I think is all kinds of ridiculous, but it's Grandma's decision) and the funeral is on Saturday.
My brother still doesn't quite understand what's going on. My cousins don't know that he's gone yet, and probably won't until after the funeral when my aunt gets home and tells them.
This is the first grandparent I have ever lost.
If you've read some of my previous personal posts, you may have an idea of where this is going.
But...um...my grandpa died today. This morning, to be exact.
At this point, I mostly feel numb.
He served in World War II, and died in his home at 2 in the morning of brain cancer at the age of 87. The doctors didn't believe he'd make it to Christmas. He did. On Sunday, I got a phone call that he was doing very poorly, so I came down. On Monday, the hospice nurses thought he had only a day left, tops. They were wrong.
His visitation is tomorrow, with open casket (which I think is all kinds of ridiculous, but it's Grandma's decision) and the funeral is on Saturday.
My brother still doesn't quite understand what's going on. My cousins don't know that he's gone yet, and probably won't until after the funeral when my aunt gets home and tells them.
This is the first grandparent I have ever lost.