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My phone rang at work on Tuesday and as soon as i saw the caller id my heart sank. It was my mom. The doctor at the hostpital told her that we all need to be there as soon as possible as my grandad was fading fast. My parents got ahold of my sister and she dropped her classes and drove up from Lethbridge. I went and picked up Cory then we made our way there. We arrived at about 1:00pm.
My mom was the only one there at the time, sitting in a chair beside the bed holding my grandad's hand. His breathing was very rapid and heavy and his eyes were partly closed. You could tell he was struggling to hold on. He could not talk but i think he knew we were there because when we talked to him his eyes would move a bit in your direction. I just hope he knows he wasn't alone.
Hours passed, dozens of shots of morphine and other drugs were put into him. Nothing changed. The doctors said he would only last 48 hours and that it would be unlikely that he would last the night.
At around 12am, Cori and her mom stopped by because they were in the area. Cory, my sister and i met them and we all sat in the cafeteria for 2 hours. Cori's mom just lost her dad and best friend lastnight so it was really comforting talking to her about everything.
My sister, mom, Cory and i spent he night so that we could be there. Alyssa and i look the couch in the hallway but did not get much sleep as a patient beside us kept having out bursts of screaming. After that another lady down the hall, who was making the craziest animal sounds all day started going. We got about 3 hours of sleep each.
Morning came and my dad brought everyone some Tim Hortons. Grandad made the night but was having more trouble breathing and he was in a lot worse shape than the night before. We spent the day playing him scottish music he used to love, checking every 5 minutes to see if his legs were turning purple. By around 11 his feet and knees were losing circulation, and we knew his time was coming. A doctor came in saying they wanted to try one more type of drug that will help him with his pain. The last song we played for him was Josh Groban - To Where You Are. As soon as the song started everyone just started crying because it was such a fitting song for the moment. As soon as the song finished, we looked at him and he was gone. I think in a way everyone was relieved that all his suffering was over. We all had a group hug for a good 10 minutes. We said our goodbyes and love you's and left to go home.
We are having his burial today. He did not want a service or anything religious, so we have planned our own simple thing which i know he would appreciate. A lot of people are coming which i think would really surprise him. I dont think he knew the impact he had on people and that a lot of people cared about him. Even a lady who visits the lodge with her dogs is coming, he spoke really highly of her and i am really excited to meet her.
Some members from the legion are coming to pay their respects for his efforts in World War II. They are going to lay a Union Jack flag on his casket. We don't want this to be a sad time, we all want to celebrate his life and not mourn his death. We are having everyone over afterwards to share stories and pig out on food.
I hope today closes some stuff for my mom. His death has not hit her hard yet, i am dreading the day it does. I hate seeing anyone in my family so upset. I am just glad so many people are coming today to be there for everyone. Even friends of the family we havn't seen in over 7 years.
Anyways for some good news, my parents sold their house last night. I am so happy for them, it takes such a huge load off their shoulders. Such good timing too because their new house will be done next month. Now all they have to do is sell are their properties on the island and they will be set.
My mom was the only one there at the time, sitting in a chair beside the bed holding my grandad's hand. His breathing was very rapid and heavy and his eyes were partly closed. You could tell he was struggling to hold on. He could not talk but i think he knew we were there because when we talked to him his eyes would move a bit in your direction. I just hope he knows he wasn't alone.
Hours passed, dozens of shots of morphine and other drugs were put into him. Nothing changed. The doctors said he would only last 48 hours and that it would be unlikely that he would last the night.
At around 12am, Cori and her mom stopped by because they were in the area. Cory, my sister and i met them and we all sat in the cafeteria for 2 hours. Cori's mom just lost her dad and best friend lastnight so it was really comforting talking to her about everything.
My sister, mom, Cory and i spent he night so that we could be there. Alyssa and i look the couch in the hallway but did not get much sleep as a patient beside us kept having out bursts of screaming. After that another lady down the hall, who was making the craziest animal sounds all day started going. We got about 3 hours of sleep each.
Morning came and my dad brought everyone some Tim Hortons. Grandad made the night but was having more trouble breathing and he was in a lot worse shape than the night before. We spent the day playing him scottish music he used to love, checking every 5 minutes to see if his legs were turning purple. By around 11 his feet and knees were losing circulation, and we knew his time was coming. A doctor came in saying they wanted to try one more type of drug that will help him with his pain. The last song we played for him was Josh Groban - To Where You Are. As soon as the song started everyone just started crying because it was such a fitting song for the moment. As soon as the song finished, we looked at him and he was gone. I think in a way everyone was relieved that all his suffering was over. We all had a group hug for a good 10 minutes. We said our goodbyes and love you's and left to go home.
We are having his burial today. He did not want a service or anything religious, so we have planned our own simple thing which i know he would appreciate. A lot of people are coming which i think would really surprise him. I dont think he knew the impact he had on people and that a lot of people cared about him. Even a lady who visits the lodge with her dogs is coming, he spoke really highly of her and i am really excited to meet her.
Some members from the legion are coming to pay their respects for his efforts in World War II. They are going to lay a Union Jack flag on his casket. We don't want this to be a sad time, we all want to celebrate his life and not mourn his death. We are having everyone over afterwards to share stories and pig out on food.
I hope today closes some stuff for my mom. His death has not hit her hard yet, i am dreading the day it does. I hate seeing anyone in my family so upset. I am just glad so many people are coming today to be there for everyone. Even friends of the family we havn't seen in over 7 years.
Anyways for some good news, my parents sold their house last night. I am so happy for them, it takes such a huge load off their shoulders. Such good timing too because their new house will be done next month. Now all they have to do is sell are their properties on the island and they will be set.