Grandpop

(11.-1. 1919 — 7.16.2010)

Grandpop was is in a lot of pain the last few weeks. He had stomach cancer for 3 years, left untreated because doctors thought heart would go first. I spent 4th of July in his room with my Aunt Cathy. He was fully aware of who we were and we both had moments to speak from our hearts. When I went to leave, he gripped on to me with a scared look in his eyes. Moments before I told him that its okay grandpop. Stop fighting whomever or whatever you are fighting. Be in peace. He didn't deserve the pain at the end of his life. Morphine and all the drugs only helped so much.

Friday evening while at a garage sale with a friend my phone rang and I didn't answer because I knew exactly what it was in regards to. I felt like I could finally breathe. I can not even to begin to imagine how my mom felt all those months but I felt like I haven't had been able to breath since my Grandmom died, worrying about my Grandpop who was in a lot of pain. When he passed, his children were with him and he went very peacefully. We are very gratefult that with his medical condition, it could have been a lot worse. It was a little after 9PM Friday night. I have A LOT of great memories of my grandpop. I'm very fortunate that work is allowing me the time to travel to be with family during this difficult time. Flights are insanely expensive so at least I can spend 4 days with family for the cost of the expensive flight than spending the same amount to travel 2 long days with only one or 2 days with the family in between.

Grandmom and Grandpop were a symbol of true love. He left us just two weeks after her.