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( Apr. 30th, 2009 06:55 am)
My grandfather is dying. He went into the hospital a few days before my wedding. My mom emailed me yesterday to tell me that he wasn't getting any better and that she didn't think he was going to make it out of the hospital. He's almost 97 years old. He lived on his own, drove his car (passed his last driver's test just a couple of months ago), and had a yoga instructor girlfriend right up until he went in. His old body has now just worn out, his heart is congested and his systems are failing. Still, true to form, he is the same hilarious Grandad that I have known all my life.

He'd been saying since he went in that he didn't think he was going to live much longer and how it was his time. So when the hospital peeps came to ask him about hospice, my dad says Grandad was genuinely shocked. "What is the matter with you people?" he asked, "What are you crazy? Are you trying to kill me?!?"

Hahahahaha!!!! That is soooooooooooo him.

He's had a wonderful, full life and he's at peace with himself and the universe. I'm okay with letting him go when he thinks it's time. He's done his job in spades with me, being the best grandad a little girl could have had and continuing to love me all through my life even when he didn't understand me.

(And before I forget with everything going on, I want to thank everyone for the kind words and expressions of love at our wedding! Thank you all for caring and being part of our lives!)


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