

It’s hard to believe it was a year ago that my Grandpa died. I remember the final season of his life was a painful one for all of us. Toward the end of his life, his health would improve and then get worse, improve then get worse again. When I was close to accepting the situation, the situation would change.
I remember last Fall when we got the call to drive to his house in Lake Houston when he had taken a turn for the worst. I’ll never forget the somber mood as we walked in his house. I’ll never forget seeing a man with such a strong presence laying so lifeless on his bed. My mom and I got on the bed with him and held his hands and cried. An ambulance was called. My grandma told me at the door in tears that she didn’t think he was coming home. She was right.
He made it to the hospital that day and in time, he gained strength. At times I went to his house to get some of his or my grandmother’s things, I would get on my knees and pray at the foot of his bed or at the feet of his char.
Sometime later, he was moved to a rehabilitation center. During those weeks we were blessed to share a Thanksgiving Day with him as well as his 84th birthday. I’d gone up to see him several days before his final night. At that point, his speech was slurred and his mind was often confused. My last memory of him and I was sitting in that room watching the weather channel and him telling me to go to the other corner because he had to urinate in a bottle next to his bedJ
The final night he was awake and alert was a night I chose to stay home with James while my mom and sister went to visit him. It was hard for me to not regret my decision later, and to this day I make myself feel better about that night by reminding myself that my last time with him was a time where it was just the two of us. That night, he was taken to the ER again. This time, he wasn’t going to get better. This time, they took him off the machines.
We were all allowed to be in the room with him as they sedated him as he passed. I placed his limp arm around me, layed my head on his chest and told him I loved him. Not long after I got back in my seat, my Grandpa took his final breath.
I stood at the end of the hallway and watched as they wheeled out my Grandpa’s body under a red blanket.
Now he is with me in memory. I can rejoice because I know we will all reunite someday and create new memories in Heaven.