A sad day
Today my grandpa, "Pa-pa", past away. I went out to Bryan Monday night and with him and my family for about four hours. I had to come back because of work. In the time I was there he looked at me and, through gargled words because of the pneumonia, said, "hello Terner." I smiled and said, "Hey Pa-pa." I felt we shared a real moment and then he went back to being in pain and wheezing. I tried to keep him comfortable while I was with him but the Demerol made him lucid and pain free so he began to slip out of consciousness and rested. My mom stayed with him the most and I believe she was there at the end.
I will always remember him as a large, strong man with a grip that could crush pipes. Even as he lay on the hospital bed his grip was still strong, although his outward appearance looked frail and weak. It upset me to see him that thin when all my life I had known him as larger than life itself. I will however, always have the dresser he hand-made for me before I was born. That will be with me always.
I love you Pa-pa.
I will always remember him as a large, strong man with a grip that could crush pipes. Even as he lay on the hospital bed his grip was still strong, although his outward appearance looked frail and weak. It upset me to see him that thin when all my life I had known him as larger than life itself. I will however, always have the dresser he hand-made for me before I was born. That will be with me always.
I love you Pa-pa.