Well, I got a call from my sister on Wednesday saying that she was asked to come to the hospital where my Grandpa had recently been admitted. She had no further info on his status at that time. I was at work but was already making arrangements to leave to drive the 2 hrs to get there. She calls me back and says that they have him in the ER and that he is unresponsive. I leave work, call the wife (who packs a bag) and head home. I grab my gear and hit the road. About 5 minutes from the hospital, I get a call from my Mom. He's gone. He was 86 years old and suffered from Parkinsons. We had many such call sin the past, always with a surprising bounce back. He hadn't lived how he wanted in a long time. Grandpa is at rest now and pain free. He is with my Grandmother and is finally at peace.
Thank you for all you did for us.
Thank you for the time we had.
Thank you for teaching me.
Thank you for your service to your country in WWII.
I'm sorry I was not there more often.
I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye.
I know you're in a better place now.
Your worldly suffering has ended.
I know that you will still be with us and watching over your great grand children, one of whom you met for the first time just recently.
Rest in peace Grandpa. We love you!
Thank you for all you did for us.
Thank you for the time we had.
Thank you for teaching me.
Thank you for your service to your country in WWII.
I'm sorry I was not there more often.
I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye.
I know you're in a better place now.
Your worldly suffering has ended.
I know that you will still be with us and watching over your great grand children, one of whom you met for the first time just recently.
Rest in peace Grandpa. We love you!