Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Time Flys...
I am back from the Garden State. My Grandfather died this past Saturday. He lived to be 92. When we got there on Feb 15th he was laying in his hospice bed. We found out the second stroke took his sight and he could not see us gathered at his bedside. He could hear our voices and even though he couldn't say a word he made a motion with a pen like he was pointing at himself. The nurse that was there told us he had been doing this and it meant "I". She said he had been scribbling notes to other family members for the past week. He made a motion with the pen like he wanted to write. The nurse got him a pad of paper and he wrote the word "LOVE". The next 3 days he layed there moaning in an almost comatose state. When me and my brother stopped in on Saturday night. We were there about 10 minutes when Chris said to me "I don't think he is breathing anymore?" I told him "What are you a doctor, go get the Nurse". She came in, checked his pulse and told us he had passed. Not many people make it to 92. My grandfather had been heartbroken since his wife passed in 1997 and he was a devout Catholic. I'm going to miss his sense of humor, his wisdom and his LOVE that he showed his family. I'll share some more stories as the week goes on. Take care-DAG!
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