Yesterday was the worst day of my life. I lost my grandpa yesterday. It was a sudden and unexpected passing. Just the day before my grandpa and my aunt came over to see me and the kids. But since I had been throwing up the day before I did not hug or kiss him like I normally do so that I would not expose him to the nasty germs that have been passed around my house. I did hold his hand, which in a lot of ways is just as important and of course told him I love him.
Then about 10 am yesterday morning my mom calls me hysterical. At first I could not understand her then I heard her say grandpa is gone. I completely lost it. I had just seen him the day before, he was doing good, he was happy, healthy and in a great mood. My daughters had picked flowers for him. She did not know how he had passed just that he had and was headed to my grandparents house. My hubby had just left for work so I called him and he came home, my girlfriend watched the kids as I went to my brothers school and broke the news to him and then we went to my grandparents.
Grandpa died of an aneurysm. He was getting ready to go to dialysis, my grandma had just buckled him in the car, he was talking to her and as she walked around to the other side of the car to get in and take him she noticed he had stopped talking and his head was down on his chest. He died sitting next to the love of his life, the one he had been married to for over 50 years. My grandma has yet to cry and is afraid to start in fear that she will not ever stop.
My dad and uncle have taken care of the arrangements and his funeral will be on Monday. He will be buried in Jefferson Barracks, he will have an honor guard, will have a full Masonic funeral, and will be in one of his many Masonic outfits to be buried in.
He is the best man I have ever known, he means the world to me and we were extremely close. We did more things together than anyone else in the family. It was always me and him. It was him and I at Cardinal games in the hotest part of summer then went to Ted Drewes to get ice cream, it was him and I that went to all the museums and the zoo together. I was the one that he took with him to his company picnics, I even went to a press confrence with him one time and was interviewed by Danforth with him. I was there with him at the City Christmas party, I was there when he was honored as citizen of the year in his city. I was the one that would spend a couple of weeks of my summer vacation with them. I would be the one sitting next to him in the morning eating breakfast, reading and just talking. It was him and I that discussed politics and our different views (him a democrat, me a republican) We discussed God and our realtionship with Him, It was us that just loved each other and had the best grandfather/granddaughter relationship.
The selfish part of me just wants him back. I want our talks, I want our time together, his childhood stories, his voice, just HIM back. But, I know that he is in a better place, I know that he is no longer in pain, can eat what he wants do what he wants, is with his parents and son. I love you Grandpa and miss you terribly. Hug grandma Annabelle for me and remember that I will always love you!!!