I love you..
Dear Granpa,
I love you so very much and I am so sorry it has taken me this long to come and see you. I am proud of you and cannot believe how strong you have been thus far. I know you will always be with me no matter what. We will keep fighting this together. I promise to be there by your side and holding your hand.
Love,
Jessica
Today was one of the hardest days..
Walking into the hospital, I started to feel nervous, scared and a little bewildered. I was not sure what to expect. Riding in the elevator seemed to take years until the doors opened and I wish I had more time. Walking down the hall to his door, I couldn't hold it in any longer. The tears that pricked behind my eyes began to fall and I felt as if I couldn't breathe. I was afraid to see him. Laying there, not able to eat or drink on his own. He wasn't even able to cough without help. When I finally made it in the door, I composed myself long enough to go and hug him. When I bent down he wrapped one arm around me and told me he loved me. I lost it. He is such a great man. I felt so guilty for waiting so long. People should never wait to be with family until something tragic happens. It's awful. As soon as I sat down next to him, he just said I looked good and he made me smile. He could barely just whisper. My uncle David from Tulsa was there as was my grandma Joan. My step-mom and father were also there. It felt nice to come together for an unselfish reason. We brought grandpa his favorite, a chocolate shake. His eyes lit up. That warmed me to my core. He was still feisty too, that was entertaining. He swatted grandma's hand away when she fixed his shirt. He hasn't changed. Grandma said the day before, the nurse's asked for a finger to draw blood, he gave them the middle one. He is amazing. I love him. If he can be strong, then I can be strong. I love you grandpa. I will see you on friday and I will bring Jason. You will like him ;) he is just as feisty!