Mar 14, 2006 19:45
I'm a little better. An explaination is in order though.
Yesterday my grandfather, Francis Cady died at 7:45am.
I saw him Saturday afternoon and he didn't look well at all... which isn't properly describing how awful he looked and how heartbreaking it was. I know not to remember him that way though.
I was bawling when they told me his kidneys weren't working because the blood wasn't circulating to them. I knew what that entailed. Since his kidneys weren't working, he was basically being poisoned by his own body. The fluid would eventually surround his heart and "he will take a few gasps and then he'll pass." My mum and Grammy (Grandmother) told me he was gasping out "Helen", my Grammy's name, before he passed. I can't describe how sweet I think that and how much I love him. He passed at 7:45am and I woke up at that time, but when I looked at the clock, I thought nothing of it. To think that in that very minute he died is unnerving.
I don't really believe in God, but where ever he is, I hope he's doing wonderfully.
The wake is this Friday at 4pm an the funeral is Saturday at 10am.
Love you Poppop. See you soon.