Last night my last remaining grandparent passed away. My Grandpa(my dad’s dad) had been living alone for the last 10 years after the death of his wife that he had been married to for 55 years, passed away after having a very rough year of health. It had really gone downhill over the last week. My dad told me tonight that yesterday he had asked my dad for “help” because he couldn’t go on anymore, his fight was gone and he was ready to go.
Living far away from my family is the one thing I hate about living in CA. I want to be there with the rest of my family to celebrate the great life he had lived but it just can’t happen on such short notice. I am glad that I got to go see my Grandpa last November. I hung out with him for hours and when I left he started crying. It broke my heart at the time because I knew, and I’m sure he did too that, it would be the last time we saw each other. I don’t make it back to PA often enough.
For now I will sit tonight and remember all the great times we had together.
You better believe that when I see street kids playing music on the side of the road I pull back around and help them out the best I can.
My youngest just about started the vacuum while Tawny is still sleeping.
Do you want to die today son???