This post is mainly just for me to get some feelings out, but is completely non-house related. This post is about my Grandpa, who is near the end of his life.
My mom's parents moved down to Florida (from Ohio) just a few short months before I was born, so 27 years ago. It was what they had always wanted to do after retirement and the kids were all married, on their own, and had families of their own.
For the first 15 years, they lived their dreams out - went dancing, golfing, traveling, cruising, and to all the shows their hearts desired. They were having the best times of their lives, and for our family vacations we were lucky to be a part of their dreams. I'll never forget all the times the five of us piled in our small car, and drove the twenty-some hours down to North Ft. Myers, Florida. I will always remember the games we played, like "who spies the first palm tree," while singing "100 bottles of beer." Those days were the greatest, and quite possibly some of my best childhood memories.
When we were down in Florida my grandparents were always so much fun - we'd always be going out to dinner, swimming, playing shuffle-board, riding the cool three wheel bikes, and shopping. They always had the biggest hearts and welcomed all of us with open arms when we'd come down. They truly are some of the most wonderful people I have ever met. I am not looking forward to the day when I have to write "they were some of the nicest people..." That day unfortunately, is coming very soon for my Grandpa.
My Grandpa, Ed, is a wonderful man. He suffered a heart attack a couple years ago, and since then hasn't really recovered. Now, about two years later he is near the end. A month ago he fell, and apparently since then has been bleeding from the brain. You don't need a doctorate to know that isn't a good thing.
He is ready for the end - in fact, I think he's been ready for quite some time. He didn't even want his bypass surgery a couple years ago, but went through with it for my Grandma. I can only hope that in fifty-some years Scott and I will be in their shoes. They lived a true love story.
Their story is so beautiful and inspiring to me, it just makes me thankful everyday to have my husband and my daughter in my life. Family is what life is all about - no amount of money could ever replace family.
I don't really know where i'm going with this, I guess I just needed a place to write my feelings down - and this is the only place I really have.
I pray for my Grandma, my mom and aunts, and most of all - my Grandpa. I pray that he isn't in pain, that he can say "I love you" just one more time to my mom, and that he is welcomed into Heaven and can watch over my Grandma to help her get through the days that lye ahead.
I'll miss you Grandpa, and I wish you could have met my daughter - but I know that you'll be watching over. We had some great times, and I'll always remember you as a wonderful Grandpa, the man I made a cane with, the cane that you ended up having to use. I'll miss you, I love you, and I wish...well, I wish the end never had to come.
I love you, Grandpa <3 xoxo
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