My grandfather died yesterday night. He was 73 years old.
He had a huge heart and it has stopped beating. This is meant not only symbolic. His heart had grown many times, so it could get its cycle of life, after countless heart attacks and strokes. He was paralyzed and bedridden for years on one side.
Two weeks ago we had let him deliver to the hospital because he had a fever had broken and because he was exhausted so - he had broken down in the last year.
It all looked as good from yesterday, he should come home, but then he got pneumonia. One lung was already back healed and we were again full of hope, but then it went downhill. Until the last moment he gave us a show of hands - thumbs up. He felt weak, but he did not give up.
Since Sunday, I had been with him every day and it just felt like an eternity for me, Monday I had taken half the day guard, nor talked with him.
And on Tuesday, the doctor told us that it does not look good, but that they would try anything. My godfather, my grandma, my parents, my brother and I were with him yesterday, all day and then when we thought he would be stable and we went, we were hardly out of the house, he stopped breathing.
I did not see anything taking Deres heart and I will also not see anything taking Deres heart more than my grandmother, who lost yesterday on the death bed of my grandfather not only her husband, the father of her children and grandfather of her grandchildren. It hurts so much.
He was the love of her life. They were married more than 50 years, in good times and bad have always held together. And there were plenty of both.
There were quarrels, we are a loud, emotional family.
But now he's gone and we have to live with it.
Because life goes on.
And that sucks.
We can not press pause button to collect us to breathe.
it can always be so dramatic and painful when someone dies?
My own behavior yesterday bordered on hysteria, for instance, when I passed by him in the morning because I simply knew ... I wish that he was fully aware that he could talk to me. I cry again ...
"My boy." He said when I had confessed to him how much I love him and how grateful I am to him.
I had to include in the bathroom and crying silently.
Nobody takes me in his arms, am now alone, my parents are my grandmother, must now take care of everything, what's coming. I will actually do not know.
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He was the best grandpa, whom you could wish for. He has been through all kinds of fun, played with us and if we had watched TV together, we could always snuggle up to him. He has his children, loved his grandchildren very accessible. He was always so proud of us.
He was such a good person.
course, he also had errors, he could be irascible, jealous and very stubborn. But all is forgotten. You have to remember the good things. New Year's Eve ten years ago, the new millennium, we had done together. The barbecue in the garden. The little things.
Now that my grandma for years for has sacrificed him and nursed him, he left her alone and she sees no point in life. You can not live alone, tonight she was with my uncle, I do not mean that they would make any stupid ...
Steven and I before we went to bed, yet to start on our Grandpa and whiskey drinking, and we long chat. It just felt right. I think he would have been good.
