more death
I don't care about job drama any more. Give me all the job drama you want.
Grandpa Meck is dying. Two weeks to two months, looking closer to two weeks. He had an operation a few weeks ago, which went well and healed, but he picked up some sort of infection. The doctors said they have done all they can, which included removing large amounts of infected flesh from his body and antibiotics...all to no avail. The infection is in his bloodstream and is beginning to attack his organs, and this will kill him.
We are going to visit him on Sunday. What do you say to someone when you know it is the last time you will ever see them alive? I think I will say that I am happy to see him, and talk about how nice it was that he came to the wedding, and how fun it was to spend time up in Ironwood with him at his cabin. I may also speak about how beautiful the cabin is and how impressed I am with all the work he put into it. Then I will say goodbye.
I won't say see you later. I also won't say that I was really looking forward to going back up to Ironwood with him again this year, and I won't tell him how much we will all miss his kind, caring nature. I won't tell him that in a matter of days, or weeks at most, that we will be crying at his funeral. I won't tell him how much his wife, sons, and grandchildren will be hurting after he goes. And I will try my very best not to cry, but I don't know if it will work when I hug him goodbye for the last time.
At least we get to say goodbye, but any death is horrible for the survivors.
I really hate this year so far. Really, I don't need to keep being reminded that life goes on after loved ones pass away. I think I've learned my lesson already.
Grandpa Meck is dying. Two weeks to two months, looking closer to two weeks. He had an operation a few weeks ago, which went well and healed, but he picked up some sort of infection. The doctors said they have done all they can, which included removing large amounts of infected flesh from his body and antibiotics...all to no avail. The infection is in his bloodstream and is beginning to attack his organs, and this will kill him.
We are going to visit him on Sunday. What do you say to someone when you know it is the last time you will ever see them alive? I think I will say that I am happy to see him, and talk about how nice it was that he came to the wedding, and how fun it was to spend time up in Ironwood with him at his cabin. I may also speak about how beautiful the cabin is and how impressed I am with all the work he put into it. Then I will say goodbye.
I won't say see you later. I also won't say that I was really looking forward to going back up to Ironwood with him again this year, and I won't tell him how much we will all miss his kind, caring nature. I won't tell him that in a matter of days, or weeks at most, that we will be crying at his funeral. I won't tell him how much his wife, sons, and grandchildren will be hurting after he goes. And I will try my very best not to cry, but I don't know if it will work when I hug him goodbye for the last time.
At least we get to say goodbye, but any death is horrible for the survivors.
I really hate this year so far. Really, I don't need to keep being reminded that life goes on after loved ones pass away. I think I've learned my lesson already.