My grandpa passed away at 2:20 Thursday afternoon. Josh and I were in Tennessee when I got the call. It may seem a bit selfish but I'm glad I never saw him struggling to live, and I'm even gladder I wasn't there when he passed. Furthermore, I'm relived my grandma wasn't there. Someone had finally convinced here to go home and rest.
Everyone is worried about my grandma. My grandparents were married for 51 years and she spent all of her energy taking care of him. He was bipolar, spoiled, and demanding yet she tended to his every want and need. Some of my family members see her as fragile and... lost. What they fail to understand is that she's a smart little lady. She knows that my grandpa is no longer suffering. It'll take time, and of course she'll be lonely but she will be fine. I'm sure. I think this just might be the beginning of her life, in a way. She seems determined to stay active. Kari has talked her into going to church with her, my brother, and my other grandparents. The people who attend that church are very down-to-earth Kentucky transplants who are the very people she's accustomed to. Perhaps she can join a group for senior citizens and go on day trips...
All in all I think my family is fortunate. My grandpa was diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease months ago and thankfully his disease never progressed to the point where he couldn't recognize the family. I would've been more painful for both he and my family to go through that, I think.
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Anyway, I had a decent weekend and I have TONS of pictures to post. When I get them downloaded.
