Do you feel lucky punk? Well? DO YA?!
That is something that Clint Eastwood said. It's also something my grandpa loved. I even called him Clint Eastwood, which he got a kick out of. And it's what I called him when I went to say goodbye to him today.
I hated seeing him like that. It was wrong. Just, completely, totally, and ONE HUNDRED PERCENT wrong. He's all hooked up to a breathing machine, and he can't support himself. Plus, his kidneys weren't really working like they should be. So, well, I guess I knew we couldn't do much. So, I stayed awhile, I saw the priest give him the last rites (which was awkward and terrible), and then it was time to say goodbye. I took off those stupid surgical gloves they make you wear, and held his hand. I kissed his forehead and I said "Bye Clint Eastwood. You just keep doing what you're doing. Hang in there," even though I knew it was bad. But, he was a fighter, and I didn't wanna scare him, even though he was unconscious. And then I kissed his forehead and stroked his cheek. And I left. That was it. It just seems so blatantly unfair that he's just crashed like this. The doctors say that, barring any miracles that happen overnight, he has no chance. If there's no change, they start unplugging tomorrow. I'm really gonna miss him, but I know it's for the best.
I'm gonna go drown in some Beethoven now. I think he's going to be playing a lot this next week or so.
I hated seeing him like that. It was wrong. Just, completely, totally, and ONE HUNDRED PERCENT wrong. He's all hooked up to a breathing machine, and he can't support himself. Plus, his kidneys weren't really working like they should be. So, well, I guess I knew we couldn't do much. So, I stayed awhile, I saw the priest give him the last rites (which was awkward and terrible), and then it was time to say goodbye. I took off those stupid surgical gloves they make you wear, and held his hand. I kissed his forehead and I said "Bye Clint Eastwood. You just keep doing what you're doing. Hang in there," even though I knew it was bad. But, he was a fighter, and I didn't wanna scare him, even though he was unconscious. And then I kissed his forehead and stroked his cheek. And I left. That was it. It just seems so blatantly unfair that he's just crashed like this. The doctors say that, barring any miracles that happen overnight, he has no chance. If there's no change, they start unplugging tomorrow. I'm really gonna miss him, but I know it's for the best.
I'm gonna go drown in some Beethoven now. I think he's going to be playing a lot this next week or so.