Friday, April 6, 2012

Finding The Words

On Tuesday, March 20th, my grandfather passed away.
Saturday, March 17th, was the last time I was able to talk with him, see his smile, and hear his laugh. As I left his room, I kissed him and told him that I loved him. He said he loved me back.

Late Sunday night, he started to decline, and I got a call early Monday morning that he might not live through the day. I was able to stay with him for his final 24 hours. I held his hand and talked to him. My mother, Chris, aunts, uncles, and cousins were all there with him during his last day. He was surrounded by so many people that loved him.
He was my grandfather, but I grew up in his home. He was like my father in so many ways.
My heart aches.


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