Not a good week for my family
My grandfather died yesterday night. He had been diagnosed with alzheimers January 2006 and deteriorated rapidly. By the time I visited him in October he thought I was a salesman at their door, then kept showing me pictures that I was in and asking me if I knew my parents. He went into a nursing home a couple months ago because he had become violent and my grandma just couldn't take care of him. His daughters were visiting him yesterday when he said he was tired. They told him he could go to sleep and shortly after he drifted into sleep he stopped breathing. A peaceful way to go for a wonderful man.
Having to work tonight's a bit rough but I don't mourn as much as I thought I would. I guess its because the man I called grandpa really died a year ago and I mourned him when he stopped knowing me.
Having to work tonight's a bit rough but I don't mourn as much as I thought I would. I guess its because the man I called grandpa really died a year ago and I mourned him when he stopped knowing me.