RIP Grandpa
Wednesday night my Grandfather died. I didn’t know him well, we had only met 3 times my entire life, but his passing still hits hard in the fact that he was my last living grand parent. The circumstances of his passing, and the decision and/or timing of the decision to take him off life support is another thing that hit my family hard. I won’t second guess my fathers side of the family, I’m sure they had their reasons for doing what they did – but the fact that my dad was due to fly out and spend the last moments with my grandpa on Friday, and having the family decide to stop life support before he could arrive… yeah, that doesn’t sit well with me.
Not at all.
Two days, and my dad could have been there to hold his hand. He could have been there to say his goodbyes, and give him his love. He could have just been there, instead of being in Alaska at 3 a.m. and hearing about it over the phone. He should have been there. Instead his one chance at that is gone forever, and I know that will haunt him for the rest of his life. I feel so bad for my dad, I just hope that he can get over this eventually.
