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Most of y’all know that the kids and I went to California to say “Goodbye” to my grandfather and support my family. Unfortunally the good-bye I went to say was in case he were to pass away, that I would know when I was back here that I did have a chance to say bye. Little did I know that shortly into our trip, he did pass away. Never have I had to deal with death in this personal of a situation. But, if there could have been a perfect goodbye, he had it. I had ironically flown in. I got to hold his hand several times and talk the best we could. I brought each of the kids in to talk to him individually. He hadn’t seen them for a long time. When he went back in the hospital, I got to go again and hold his hand. He said he was proud of me and my family, that he was so glad I had come from Texas, I was too. He sounded like he was saying goodbye, but no one thought that would happen. My sister was also there- and Later that evening his grandsons were able to visit him as well. The next day my grandma, mom, step dad, uncle and aunt were called to the hospital. He held on till they got there, and when he took off his oxygen mask, he was in peace surrounded by his family. Everyone got to say their goodbyes, there were no regrets from him or us, which is the best you can ever ask for. My mom, grandma and I stayed very busy planning his memorial. It kept us busy, which helped. Mom really took control and it was a wonderful tribute to him. It was outside, a small message from the pastor and several speeches from his family and friends. He was very loved, very organized (I got some of that from him), he was determined, a big part in all his grandkids lives , and after 57 years of marriage- he loved my grandma more than anything else. He will be missed, but he will also live in our memories and hearts.
Love you grandpa!!
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