Hard times and crappy families
Well my summer has actually flown by, and I am so excited to be getting back to school. I'll finally have new things to learn and report, and as always new people to meet. I love going back to school! I love the end of August more than the begining of June, but as great as the impending return to classes is, so is the awefulness that has been going on for me. I got a new roommate, and she is deffinatly not all there upstairs. I so cannot wait for the other girl to move in, then hopefully I will have a partner in fighting against the evilness that is the stupid roomie!
Although I would rather live with two stupid roomies for the next two years then to have to go through what I did this past week. On Wednesday August 2nd at about 6:45 pm the truely great, loving, and wonderful man who was my grandpa Bongard passed away. It wasn't all that shocking, but it is still a great loss to anyone and everyone who knew him. About a year ago he had a heart attach, which was surprising but in away not at all surprising. Grandpa smoked since he was like 16 or so, and it was just a matter of time before it really caught up with him. It finally did, he had the heart attach...then his meds made him sick...then he got sick after he made it through rehab, and he was in his second round of rehab when he started to have trouble breathing and then just stopped eating. We all saw it coming, and grandpa was grandpa right up till the end. Apparently while grandma was there with him he tried talking to her, but couldn't be understood through his oxygen mask so grandma pulled it out away from his face and all he had to say was "peek-a-boo". He was always like that. Mom would invite the two of them over for dinner at least once a year, and after one of the dinners, which mother had done the majority of from scratch, grandpa told her it was a wonderful meal and he expecially liked the cottage-cheese. As for myself, all the while I was growing up he'd always tell me he was going to go get a brick to put on my head to keep me from growing, I wasn't allowed to be taller then he was...he was about 5'2". Even after I hit about my full height he was still going to put a brick on my head, only then it was to shrink me back down. One year at Christmas I finally gave him a brick that I painted on it "For Sarah's head"...it still sits by the fireplace today. Grandpa was such a wonderful man, and I know I will miss him. He was the one constant thing that I liked about dad's family...well at least all four of his kids inhearited his sence of hummor. I hope that I have too!
Although I would rather live with two stupid roomies for the next two years then to have to go through what I did this past week. On Wednesday August 2nd at about 6:45 pm the truely great, loving, and wonderful man who was my grandpa Bongard passed away. It wasn't all that shocking, but it is still a great loss to anyone and everyone who knew him. About a year ago he had a heart attach, which was surprising but in away not at all surprising. Grandpa smoked since he was like 16 or so, and it was just a matter of time before it really caught up with him. It finally did, he had the heart attach...then his meds made him sick...then he got sick after he made it through rehab, and he was in his second round of rehab when he started to have trouble breathing and then just stopped eating. We all saw it coming, and grandpa was grandpa right up till the end. Apparently while grandma was there with him he tried talking to her, but couldn't be understood through his oxygen mask so grandma pulled it out away from his face and all he had to say was "peek-a-boo". He was always like that. Mom would invite the two of them over for dinner at least once a year, and after one of the dinners, which mother had done the majority of from scratch, grandpa told her it was a wonderful meal and he expecially liked the cottage-cheese. As for myself, all the while I was growing up he'd always tell me he was going to go get a brick to put on my head to keep me from growing, I wasn't allowed to be taller then he was...he was about 5'2". Even after I hit about my full height he was still going to put a brick on my head, only then it was to shrink me back down. One year at Christmas I finally gave him a brick that I painted on it "For Sarah's head"...it still sits by the fireplace today. Grandpa was such a wonderful man, and I know I will miss him. He was the one constant thing that I liked about dad's family...well at least all four of his kids inhearited his sence of hummor. I hope that I have too!