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Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Have you seen my Nephew?
This kid is JUST TOO CUTE!
And I get to take him to Disneyland on Friday this week!! I'll post all about his 2nd Trip (his first he was barely a month old!!!) in a few days! Have a Magical Day!
My Grandfather; the Stubborn.
Last Thursday my Grandfather was seriously injured in a car accident. The lady driving didn't see my grandfathers car coming the opposite direction and pulled across traffic. His driver, Mike, t-boned her car. They hadn't been speeding, and it was in no way their fault. My grandfathers driver was not injured at all, but my grandfather had a broken pelvis, broken leg, broken knee, 5 broken ribs, and a punctured lung. It was so bad that he was in ICU. After 4 days of being in the ICU, the finally decided that there really was nothing they could do for him, and yesterday had him moved to a Nursing facility. Last night my parents were called and told he may not survive the night. You see, he had massive buildup of fluid in his lungs, and because of all the medications he was already taking and his pre-existing health conditions, he was not eligible for any kind of surgery, as his BP was too low, and he would most likely not survive.
I'm told that they did manage to get some of the fluid out of his lungs, but it just wasnt enough, and this morning around 11:15am he finally passed away.
Had he lived, he would never had made it out of the hospital and would have needed 24 hour care. I know for a fact that he didn't want to live like that. He was a stubborn old man, right to the very end. His stubbornness will be one of the things I will remember most. I lived with him a couple years ago for 6 months when I was between apartments. It was HELL living there. He was stubborn and crotchety, and sometimes just flat out mean. The day I moved out, we got into a HUGE screaming match... It didn't mean he didn't mean the world to me. If I had not cared, I would of said nothing.
We both got past it, and I saw him in the hospital on Saturday afternoon. He had a hard time breathing, but held my hand and said thank you. I didn't need anything more than that. I never will need anything more than those 2 words from him.
So here I am, left with both my parents who are very upset. Grampa wasn't supposed to die this week. Not THIS week. Yesterday was their 36th anniversary. Friday is supposed to be our trip to Disneyland. Just a day trip, since I live here in Socal. I was going to get to take my 1 year old nephew, who is so fricken cute, I could scream sometimes. He LOVES bright colors and noises. Should I be stubborn like Grampa was and insist that we still go? Would Grampa want us to cancel our trip and sit around moping on friday? I don't think so, but he was pretty stubborn. I grieve in my own personal way, which will never be tears. I'm just not that kind of girl really. I accept death, and I accept that it is sad. I just don't think I can accept that Grampa would want me to stop living life or cancel plans because he passed away (unless it somehow conflicts with his funeral and then he'd be ADAMANT that I cancel whatever the heck it was immediately. lol). He certainly lived his, and will be remembered. Probably in an epitaph for Halloween this year. What good would I be if I didn't make people wonder right?
Rest in Peace Leander James Peik March 27, 1927 - September 21, 2011
I'm told that they did manage to get some of the fluid out of his lungs, but it just wasnt enough, and this morning around 11:15am he finally passed away.
Had he lived, he would never had made it out of the hospital and would have needed 24 hour care. I know for a fact that he didn't want to live like that. He was a stubborn old man, right to the very end. His stubbornness will be one of the things I will remember most. I lived with him a couple years ago for 6 months when I was between apartments. It was HELL living there. He was stubborn and crotchety, and sometimes just flat out mean. The day I moved out, we got into a HUGE screaming match... It didn't mean he didn't mean the world to me. If I had not cared, I would of said nothing.
We both got past it, and I saw him in the hospital on Saturday afternoon. He had a hard time breathing, but held my hand and said thank you. I didn't need anything more than that. I never will need anything more than those 2 words from him.
So here I am, left with both my parents who are very upset. Grampa wasn't supposed to die this week. Not THIS week. Yesterday was their 36th anniversary. Friday is supposed to be our trip to Disneyland. Just a day trip, since I live here in Socal. I was going to get to take my 1 year old nephew, who is so fricken cute, I could scream sometimes. He LOVES bright colors and noises. Should I be stubborn like Grampa was and insist that we still go? Would Grampa want us to cancel our trip and sit around moping on friday? I don't think so, but he was pretty stubborn. I grieve in my own personal way, which will never be tears. I'm just not that kind of girl really. I accept death, and I accept that it is sad. I just don't think I can accept that Grampa would want me to stop living life or cancel plans because he passed away (unless it somehow conflicts with his funeral and then he'd be ADAMANT that I cancel whatever the heck it was immediately. lol). He certainly lived his, and will be remembered. Probably in an epitaph for Halloween this year. What good would I be if I didn't make people wonder right?
Rest in Peace Leander James Peik March 27, 1927 - September 21, 2011
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