| raqueljoy ( @ 2007-03-20 12:19:00 |
You guys, thank you SO much for your prayers and thoughts. I know you are really praying and thinking of me, and not just saying it.
I am sad for me, but not for my grandpa. How fun could it have been to sit and stare at the wall, not even be sure what you are seeing? Wearing a diaper, asking everyone to repeat everything they say 45 times.
I never heard my grandfather say "I love you". In reflection, I see that he did it alot more in action. Something that is still hard for me to understand. He was harder on my uncles than he was on my mom; he told my mom and I when he was 80 that God had appeared to him and told him he was going to give him a little more time. "Just a little more time, Art, a little more time."
Apparently a little more time was 16 years. I have never doubted that it was God's voice that my grandpa heard...he was NEVER an emotional person, and that day he told us that, he sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.
I was always curious what "a little more time" was to God.
I just plowed through a whole package of Hershey's marshmallow eggs. Asher is lying on my lap and I have to pack, pack everyone (but Scott). I wonder if my mom and dad will bring my grandma back to live with them for awhile now that my grandpa is gone. It was really really neat that my brothers got to be there and see grandpa while he was still alive. I guess it was pretty emotional when they said goodbye. He wanted hugs. He has NEVER been a hugger. He put his arm up while they were visiting, and they could never understand what he wanted, until it finally dawned on them that he was wanting hugs. That was his way of asking.
He got scared one day and his friend Morris came in with a Bible and read Him passages assuring him of his salvation.
This is the first death of a family member I have experienced. Friends, yes, family members, no.
It is strange. I don't know how to feel.
On a completely unrelated and somewhat humorous note, bikinis on babies and little girls creep me out. How is it that I can't find a one-piece for my 2 year old at the store?
I am sad for me, but not for my grandpa. How fun could it have been to sit and stare at the wall, not even be sure what you are seeing? Wearing a diaper, asking everyone to repeat everything they say 45 times.
I never heard my grandfather say "I love you". In reflection, I see that he did it alot more in action. Something that is still hard for me to understand. He was harder on my uncles than he was on my mom; he told my mom and I when he was 80 that God had appeared to him and told him he was going to give him a little more time. "Just a little more time, Art, a little more time."
Apparently a little more time was 16 years. I have never doubted that it was God's voice that my grandpa heard...he was NEVER an emotional person, and that day he told us that, he sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.
I was always curious what "a little more time" was to God.
I just plowed through a whole package of Hershey's marshmallow eggs. Asher is lying on my lap and I have to pack, pack everyone (but Scott). I wonder if my mom and dad will bring my grandma back to live with them for awhile now that my grandpa is gone. It was really really neat that my brothers got to be there and see grandpa while he was still alive. I guess it was pretty emotional when they said goodbye. He wanted hugs. He has NEVER been a hugger. He put his arm up while they were visiting, and they could never understand what he wanted, until it finally dawned on them that he was wanting hugs. That was his way of asking.
He got scared one day and his friend Morris came in with a Bible and read Him passages assuring him of his salvation.
This is the first death of a family member I have experienced. Friends, yes, family members, no.
It is strange. I don't know how to feel.
On a completely unrelated and somewhat humorous note, bikinis on babies and little girls creep me out. How is it that I can't find a one-piece for my 2 year old at the store?