I have been in the hospital with the man in the middle of the picture above for the past few days…from emergency room and now to palliative care.
This is my gramps and he is amazing. He sparked my love of science, taught me how to work with my hands and gave me the best kind of hugs and a kiss on the hand that would always yield a $1 or $2 coin. He taught me how to be an expert road trip co-pilot, navigator and trip planner. I blame him for my continuing wanderlust.
The last few days he has been in and out of consciousness, waking briefly to have some ice chips and, of all things to make jokes with us.
Before moving to palliative care, I got to tell him I loved him and he said he loved me back. I have also been his personal DJ, playing him his favourite, Johnny Cash, when he gets agitated with all the hospital noise and can’t go back to sleep.
Despite him being so sick and medicated, he has had a few comedic moments. I was sitting with him yesterday morning and he woke up and asked me for both an apple and a beer. It was a moment where you had to be there, but it was funny and totally my grandpa. He then gave me a wink, took some water and went back to sleep.
I don’t know how much longer I have with him, but I am so very thankful to have had him in my life for 33 1/2 years. I hope to be back to blogging soon, but for now, I’m just going to enjoy my last moments of being grandpa’s girl.