let me cry
Well, last night was a very hard night. I got off work at 10:30pm and I was on my way to Shane's apartment when my parents called me and told me they were about to head up to the hospital because my grandpa was doing worse. So I said I would turn around and go up there. When we got there we learned that his lungs were filling up with fluid, rather quickly and the doctors said that once they were completely full pneumonia would set it and his heart would stop..they didn't think he would make it through the night. It was really hard to see him laying there like that, although I knew he wasn't in any pain. He had been in a coma for the past 2 days..the last stage of his brain cancer. The doctors told us that the brain cancer would make him start sleeping a lot and then he would finally go into a coma and could stay in the coma for a few weeks but how fast he was dwindling down they didn't think he would make it through the weekend and since his lungs were filling up pretty quickly last night they didn't think he'd make it through the night. I cried a lot last night and couldn't sleep at all, right before I was going to go home I went to see him one more time and when I got to the doorway my dad, aunt & grandma were in there and they were all hugging each other and crying..he had passed away, at 7:52 this morning. He went peacefully, now he is watching over us in heaven. I slept most of the day and I just wrote this poem that I would like to share with you guys:
With All My Heart
Can't sleep at all tonight
I wonder why my eyes put up a fight
Can't stop the thoughts in my head
Oh, the words I wish I could've said
But I did nothing as you lay there
"I Love You" was all I could share
As I saw you moving but not saying a word
You're snore is all I heard
That sound will haunt me forever
To forget it, will be never.
How I wish you could talk
Just say "Hey kid" once more
Why does it have to be a war?
A fight, to say what you're thinking
Instead, you lie there blinking
The cancer has taken over, it wins
The struggle to understand begins.
Why did you have to be taken from us so soon?
It doesn't feel right, it's just not fair
Doesn't God know how much we care?
We weren't ready for this to occur
The past few months feel like a blur.
It came so fast it seems unreal
Death, my Papa, it steals
But never from my heart
There he will live and never part.
I realize now that God does know,
Papa is waiting for us up in heaven and watching us grow.
Rest in Peace my dear Papa
Hubert Reed
11/27/1931 - 01/20/2007