Whelp,
I lost my grandpa, a real warrior to me, to the family, to my grandma. He was one of the best people on earth, and that isnt just my opinion. Many many many others would highly agree.It pains me everyday to know that he's gone, to Staph infection. When he got it, I had a gut feeling he wouldnt be okay. He's been through many other illnesses, and even escaped his deathbed once. He was a very strong man, emotionally and physically. He was always supportive...to everyone. His main goal was to make people happy. And he WOULD NOT stop until it was accomplished. He had type 2 Diabetes, and was on Dyalisis, which was amazing that he even made it the last 6 years when he should've only made two, you tell me how many people can do that.
What's funny....is he was a white man. 100%. But...he was darker than the mexicans in the household! But still, he talked like a white man:D. There wasnt anyone that he didnt love, he was a real joy to the world. Always wanting to help, and listen, and he was always so active. He loved to go fishing, that was his most favourite sport. Grandma would take him and the siblings down by the lake, and would be there for hours. If I had known what would happen, I would've come with them. Instead of playing videogames, or sleeping and homework. But he knew I loved him very much so.
The last month he had alive, May, his worst month of his life. He worsened everyday, getting weaker everyday. Being hospitalized everyday. Being able to take him home for a few days, only having to rush him back was horrible.Rehab. Hospital. Home. Back to the hospital...what a trip. His last week alive, I was stuck at school worrying, and having to do finals. I couldnt concentrate, or breathe for that matter. But, the family got to say bye to him. Courtney told him how she was his little puddleduck, and Chad said he was still his little monkey fool. I told him how much I loved him, and that I'd be there when he wakes up. I told him that things will be better. I didnt lie, like I thought I did. In fact, he is better. he's in Heaven, with God, enjoying his new body. Being able to jump, and hear, and run and sing as loud as he wants. He gets to fish everyday.
Aunt Karita and uncle Don came down to say goodbye. He died with my mum, my grandma, and his daughter and son in the room. He died at 6:12 p.m. 5/27/10. His last words was to his beloved wife. " I love you with all my heart, and al my soul." The day after, uncle Don came down, but he already knew the news. While everyone was there, they conversed about what to do with his body, and what we should do in honour of him. He wants his ashes to be spread over his most favourite creek. I forgot the state, and the name...dont blame me. That following Sunday afternoon, we had the memorial at the lake he likes to fishing. 60+ attended, we had aslideshow, we had the Chason family speak, it was quite beautiful - it was a sunset memorial. I loved it.
After his death, my grandmother didnt know what to do. She was always helping him with what he needed, always taking care of him...now...what would she do? I came home...from having a very horrible day at school, and was in the kitchen when she walked in from the living room. As she walked in, her face cringed to such a painful expression, my stomach jumped out of my throat, and she started balling. I comforted her, and she said "Sometimes I will cry...and sometimes I will cry." "Sometimes, that comes with the package," I replied. As my mother told me, my grandmother will probably never get over his death, and gauranteed, she'll cry at times, or be a little pissy. She's a very elegant and graceful woman, and quite beautiful. She lost the only man she has ever known, her only love, her only man. Almost 50 years they were married. After his death, I sort of became angry with him, but with great reason. I thought; "why did you die? You had an anniversary coming up, you had Sarah's graduation coming up, my mum's birthday, and my own birthday. And following the month after ours, the siblings birthday." But I understand that his body gave out a hell lot sooner than his soul...about 1000 years earlier. There hasn't been a day that I havent thought of him. My mind has made it mandatory to think of him, so now, it's involuntary.
We all knew it would be very different without him. Who was going to sing on the porch for hours? Who would I listen to sing and preach at 3 or 4 in the morning? Who would be so encouraging to everyone? Who would motivate the neighborhood boys to stay in school, and do to the best of their ability? To not use drugs, or join gangs? To not let their lives go down the wrong road? He was a very Godly man, and certianly loved to express his...everday:P. But God told him it was time to go. That he had done all that he could on this earth, he fulfilled his goal. He didnt want to die, but he sure as well was ready. I miss hime, like everyone else does in our family...but I love him more...believe me:)
I loved how all my friends loved him, how they thought he was hilarious. And every girl he saw with me, he'd say "Are you his new girlfriend? Are you mexican>? Do you know that he loves his dark women? Yep, that Math-scholar is good one, I'll tell you what!" And I loved to see their embarrassed smiles like "who the fack are you, but I love you already." He loved Sarah Lorelyn the best. Ha, he talked about us getting married, and he;d get to have little filipino grandchildren...mexican-speaking filipinos'. Baha.
He was a very loved man. And people loved him back.
May he rest in peace.
What's funny....is he was a white man. 100%. But...he was darker than the mexicans in the household! But still, he talked like a white man:D. There wasnt anyone that he didnt love, he was a real joy to the world. Always wanting to help, and listen, and he was always so active. He loved to go fishing, that was his most favourite sport. Grandma would take him and the siblings down by the lake, and would be there for hours. If I had known what would happen, I would've come with them. Instead of playing videogames, or sleeping and homework. But he knew I loved him very much so.
The last month he had alive, May, his worst month of his life. He worsened everyday, getting weaker everyday. Being hospitalized everyday. Being able to take him home for a few days, only having to rush him back was horrible.Rehab. Hospital. Home. Back to the hospital...what a trip. His last week alive, I was stuck at school worrying, and having to do finals. I couldnt concentrate, or breathe for that matter. But, the family got to say bye to him. Courtney told him how she was his little puddleduck, and Chad said he was still his little monkey fool. I told him how much I loved him, and that I'd be there when he wakes up. I told him that things will be better. I didnt lie, like I thought I did. In fact, he is better. he's in Heaven, with God, enjoying his new body. Being able to jump, and hear, and run and sing as loud as he wants. He gets to fish everyday.
Aunt Karita and uncle Don came down to say goodbye. He died with my mum, my grandma, and his daughter and son in the room. He died at 6:12 p.m. 5/27/10. His last words was to his beloved wife. " I love you with all my heart, and al my soul." The day after, uncle Don came down, but he already knew the news. While everyone was there, they conversed about what to do with his body, and what we should do in honour of him. He wants his ashes to be spread over his most favourite creek. I forgot the state, and the name...dont blame me. That following Sunday afternoon, we had the memorial at the lake he likes to fishing. 60+ attended, we had aslideshow, we had the Chason family speak, it was quite beautiful - it was a sunset memorial. I loved it.
After his death, my grandmother didnt know what to do. She was always helping him with what he needed, always taking care of him...now...what would she do? I came home...from having a very horrible day at school, and was in the kitchen when she walked in from the living room. As she walked in, her face cringed to such a painful expression, my stomach jumped out of my throat, and she started balling. I comforted her, and she said "Sometimes I will cry...and sometimes I will cry." "Sometimes, that comes with the package," I replied. As my mother told me, my grandmother will probably never get over his death, and gauranteed, she'll cry at times, or be a little pissy. She's a very elegant and graceful woman, and quite beautiful. She lost the only man she has ever known, her only love, her only man. Almost 50 years they were married. After his death, I sort of became angry with him, but with great reason. I thought; "why did you die? You had an anniversary coming up, you had Sarah's graduation coming up, my mum's birthday, and my own birthday. And following the month after ours, the siblings birthday." But I understand that his body gave out a hell lot sooner than his soul...about 1000 years earlier. There hasn't been a day that I havent thought of him. My mind has made it mandatory to think of him, so now, it's involuntary.
We all knew it would be very different without him. Who was going to sing on the porch for hours? Who would I listen to sing and preach at 3 or 4 in the morning? Who would be so encouraging to everyone? Who would motivate the neighborhood boys to stay in school, and do to the best of their ability? To not use drugs, or join gangs? To not let their lives go down the wrong road? He was a very Godly man, and certianly loved to express his...everday:P. But God told him it was time to go. That he had done all that he could on this earth, he fulfilled his goal. He didnt want to die, but he sure as well was ready. I miss hime, like everyone else does in our family...but I love him more...believe me:)
I loved how all my friends loved him, how they thought he was hilarious. And every girl he saw with me, he'd say "Are you his new girlfriend? Are you mexican>? Do you know that he loves his dark women? Yep, that Math-scholar is good one, I'll tell you what!" And I loved to see their embarrassed smiles like "who the fack are you, but I love you already." He loved Sarah Lorelyn the best. Ha, he talked about us getting married, and he;d get to have little filipino grandchildren...mexican-speaking filipinos'. Baha.
He was a very loved man. And people loved him back.
May he rest in peace.