...and I've been wondering if I'm going to be loved as much as my Grandad. There have been visitors, phone calls, and letters pouring into their house non-stop in the last week that he's been home with hospice. I can't believe it's only been a week...feels like it's been a lot longer. People from the church, family, friends, customers, fellow employees, neighbors, all of these people praying and supporting my wonderful grandparents.
It's going to be strange for me to go to the beach and only see Grandma. Grandad was always there greeting me with a smile and a "hi, hon!", making me laugh, cooking something. He almost always had a tropical print shirt on and a beer in his hand. He would tell the funniest jokes and stories about his childhood-my favorite is when he "borrowed" the duck from the zoo and the police followed him and his friend-and about how he loved life.
I see so much of my him in my dad and I can only hope that in time, some of those characteristics will show up in me. The characteristics to be a people person, to have a fabulous business mind, to network with people so they always remember you. My grandparent's neighbor, Mike, and I were talking Sunday before I left and he said that in the short time that he's known them, they've always had a smile on their face and a friendly wave and word to share. He said it hurts him to have to see such a good person in pain. And I agree. I'm not the first to say but I'll say it loud and clear-CANCER SUCKS.
Dad just called and he said Dan told him the nurse said it would probably be today or tonight. Broken, I sit here and continue to type as I think back to the Grandad I saw just a few days ago-laying in a bed, oxygen flowing, hardly able to talk. No words of wisdom came from his mouth. No jokes. No smiles. His eyes were hardly open. This is not the Grandad I know. The Grandad I know is funny with a belly laugh that will make even the saddest person crack a smile.
I'm going upstairs now to pack. Daddy and I are going to get Erica and bring her home tonight. David is flying in soon. All of this is happening so fast and it sucks.
Oh~by the way-Happy Birthday, Daddy. I love you lots.
Grandad and me at David's birthday party-May 1990.
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