Honoring My Grandfather
My grandfather passed away on Valentine’s Day. I am still numb, and the funeral is on Saturday. Gramps was my last living grandparent, and he was a WWII veteran. His greatest accomplishment in his life was serving in the war. He even earned a Purple Heart. He was 97. His health was really good, almost perfect, for many years. But a few years back, he took a fall and that changed everything. He steadily deteriorated. About a week ago, we were told to see him because he wasn’t going to be with us much longer. He hadn’t been eating and was being fed intravenously. It was time. Hubby and I went to see him the day before he passed, but due to a miscommunication, and quite possibly my stupidity, we didn’t end up in the right place. Apparently, my dad was there at the same time. He said we went to the wrong place. I’m not sure how, but the fact remains: I didn’t get to see him before he died. I will carry that with me forever. So, I will write Gramps a note. And hope that wherever he is, he will see it and understand.