I can not put into words how much I miss my Grandpa. The only thing that comes is a face full of tears, which proceed to run down my face and onto my chest. These past few days have been a complete nightmare. I’m glad I’m on Spring Break, because I’m not sure what I’d be like if I were having to go to school.
This is hard, very, very hard. You might also chalk that up to regret. Regret that I got sick and couldn’t go see my Grandpa earlier this week. I know there wasn’t anything I could do, I was running a fever and had a terrible cough. I had even been to the doctor. I know there isn’t anything I could do, but I’m going to regret being sick and not getting to see him for as long as I live. Roomie & Baby Bro were able to go earlier this week. They went up and saw him, even took him a Subway sandwich and Chips, all while I stayed at home.
His death was completely unexpected. No one saw it coming. He had just been transferred to another “step-down” hospital to finish up antibiotics for an infection. To my knowledge the call came in around 4am that he had taken a turn for the worse and by 6am he was gone. Talk about shock.
I’ve dealt with death before, losing a grandparent when I was 7 and friends over the years, but crap this is hard. The funeral is at 2pm on Tuesday and I’ll be there in my new fancy polka dotted dress and red high heels. I’ve never been traditional and there’s no reason to start now. Gramps knew this, everyone knows this, I am the wild child. So on Tuesday, I’ll do my best to keep my emotions in tact and hope and pray for the best out of this sad situation.
I was the baby in the photo here, taken May of 1985. For all you readers out there:: (L – R {back row} :: Pops, Uncle D, Gramps, Uncle JR, Justin & (my Great) Grandpa Clyde; L-R {front row} :: John Paul, Brandon, Grandma, Me & Jason)
I was a bossy child, wasn’t I? No one ever saw that coming, did they? Usually I got to do just about whatever I wanted, especially when with the dear ole’ grandparents.
I went to the zoo on several occasions. This time, May of 1987. I believe this was a trip to the Wichita Zoo when I was a kiddo. I’m not sure, I’ve been to several zoos in my lifetime and I couldn’t tell you for sure which zoo this one is.
Around Christmas time. Roomie was probably 2 or maybe even 16 months. There’s just no telling. A lot has changed in Mom & Dad’s house, heck a lot has changed in the world of Baby Land, for instance that blue high chair behind all of us probably isn’t even in production anymore. Wild, huh?
Santa came to visit my Aunt & Uncle when I was 6 or 7. This was a shock to a young kiddo, to have Santa come for a visit on Christmas Day, let’s just say my Uncle’s house scored big that year!
Gramps with his brothers in 89. I don’t know what my Great-Grandparents did with all 5 boys. Can’t even imagine. Honestly, I can’t imagine all 11 of them in the house they grew up in. What this photo doesn’t show is their height. They look like fairly short men, right? Wrong. Gramps was over 6ft, which is height that definitely wasn’t given to me.
Time flies. Enjoy it while you can.