Grandad

My Grandma and Grandad in probably near 1955 with their first-born son, my uncle Gary. I had to take this of a real 3x3 pic with my cell so forgive me for the quality.

I LOVE this pic! I keep wanting to take it to Kinko to have them enlarge it and get it framed. My Gram and Grandad in LOVE! Weird to see Grandad with HAIR!

I have been wanting to post every day for a week now but just could not find the words. So, two glasses of wine later, here they are.

Last Tuesday while at lunch, my mom called and told me my Grandad went to the ER and had been Medi-Flighted to a larger hospital and had a hemorrhagic stroke. Last Tuesday he went to the ER complaining of vomiting. A few hours later, he had had brain surgery to put in some tubes to let the blood in his brain flow. Those few hours have impacted my family greatly. Those few hours took a man who just spent 2 weeks vacationing in Florida visiting my mom, golfing daily, able to run a 10K without trouble. My Grandad is 84 years old and spends 5 hours a day in his amazing garden. He still works as a Life Insurance agent. He golfs weekly. He runs a few times a week. He goes to the VFW, the Moose and the Elks to spend time with the guys. He is not your normal 84 year old. Until Tuesday. Now, my Grandad is laying in a hospital bed, hasn't breathed on his own for more than an hour in 7 days. He has tubes and needles poking out of every part of his body. He shows 15 minutes of improvement, gets everyones hopes up and then starts flailing around and makes our hearts sink. My Grandad is not doing well. So, for the few people that may read this. . . please pray for him.

Please pray for my Grama. She is acting like nothing has happened. They celebrated their 58th Wedding Anniversary 2 weeks ago. She has spent more than 58 years with him and she is acting like nothing happened.

Everyone grieves differently. Even though we have not lost my Grandad yet, she definitely has lost a big part of him. I cannot express how much I miss him already. I cannot express how much it hurts. I have cried (mostly in my car, I guess because the kids cannot see my tears when I am driving) every day over the past week.

I am driving 15 hours with my two kids Friday to go see my Grandad. I could save my money in order to be able to fly up when he dies. I could spend my Spring Break building the new desk I want in my front room. I could sit around and reminisce of the days I had no plans. Instead, I am going to go be with my Grama while she visits my Grandad every day. 7 days. I will get to spend 7 days with him. It may be the last 7 days I ever see him.

Okay, I am now bawling. I have to stop this. Please pray for me. Pray that I do not say anything to hurt my Gramas feeling. Pray that I can help her grieve. Pray that my Grandad comes out of this