Just for the hell of recapping my past week, let's start with this; Vacation ended. First part of my bad day last Sunday. Then at approximately 10pm at night I get a phone call from my Mother, my Grandfather has died. I had to then plan my week and homework assignments due because my Mom, Sister, and Bro were traveling to Canada (yea that's right) come Wednesday to attend all services and spend time with family. It was no picnic contacting all teachers and completing all assignments early.
If anyone has been reading for a while, my other Grandfather (Grampy T) passed away this past July. If you're too lazy to do the math, but are still curious, yea that's two Grandfathers in 8 months and on almost the exact same day (July 27th and Feb 26th, how weird). Well I'm feeling just great about that...NOT.
I have to admit, that this Grandfather was a bit easier to let go because he has been sick about half my life with Lung Cancer and other breathing limitations and the family was constantly getting a phone call that "he wasn't doing well" about once or twice a year, especially in recent years. To say it was a surprise would be stupid because it had been coming for a while now...but to have lost a second Grandfather in such a short amount of time was unthinkable. I would say it was difficult to have not seen him more recently alive and to see him laying in a casket, still as can be. It was also more difficult being the second Grandfather so closely together because it brought all those feelings of losing my first Grandfather back. I was also chosen to help my male cousin in the Pallbearer duties of loading him into the Hurst and then onto his burial site, a new experience to say the least. During those two moments, the whole thing just felt too real and unbearable to be saying goodbye to another loved one.
My previous Grandfather was a bit hard, only because he was in great shape for an 82 year old man and went in for a simple surgery then developed an infection and passed. I was there to see his last night and even though it was hard knowing we were saying goodbye, it was good to be with him. My Grampy T will always hold a place in my heart; one memory of him as he always tried to steal
As for my Grampy C (we were very original in naming our grandfathers when we were younger), I feel sad that he lived in Canada and I was only able to see him for certain holidays, recent wedding, or few times during years. Especially in the past few years he wasn't traveling much with just him and my Grandmother because of his poor health. I gotta say it is the strangest feeling to go from 2 grandfathers to none in less than a year. No great-grandfather (as my sis is expecting), no Grandfather to have at my wedding, only adopted grandfathers left...and although I love my adopted grandfathers, it's just not the same.
I have to say, the I hope both my Grandfathers are together and watching over my family...as sappy or stupid as it sounds. I feel like they are both in a better place (or I'd like to believe) because both were suffering through pains due to old age and Grampy C was never truly comfortably breathing. Hopefully now Grampy C is worrying about trailing his breathing tube around the house and is in great company with my other Grampy.
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