February 5, 2009

Last night...

...I heard my grandpa's voice for the last time.

He stopped his treatments and came home from the hospital so that he could die in the house in which he and my grandmother raised their children. His doctors give him a couple more days to live without dialysis. I will still call to hear updates on him, but I wanted him to know who I was the last time I spoke with him. He has already begun hallucinating--sipping drinks and seeing sights and people only visible to him.

He is the person I love most in the world, and my last of four beloved grandparents who made me the person I am.

My mom is in the bar getting drunk, and I feel far away.

3 comments:

Becky said...

We all love you here and are thinking about you, know that there are lots and lots of people here in WV, that while they dont know you personally like me, they are thinking of you and your loss, love you....

Bree said...

((hugs)), big ones.

Shannon said...

Oh girl, this hurts. Losing that special grandpa hurts beyond belief. It's like losing your first real love. I know.