My sweet, dear Grandpa passed away on March 23. He died peacefully in his sleep which is exactly how he wanted to go. He hated hospitals and doctors. But he was actually doing very well. We saw him and my Grandma over Spring break....and I will be forever grateful that I saw him not too long before he passed. He was being his usual silly self! He looked good. He was joking around, he was asking about our house, and he seemed like he was feeling great. Although, he did ask my dad some weird questions about possibly selling their house and their land, and what he would want my Grandma to do once he passes. It's almost like he sensed something was about to happen. We had no clue.
He was 83 and was married to my Grandma for 60 years. I got the devastating news Sunday morning. I was in the shower getting ready for church. I got out and J told me my phone was blowing up. I went over and saw 3 missed calls from my dad's cell, 2 missed calls from my mom's cell, and 2 missed calls from Michelle. I knew immediately what had happened. I had a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach.
We pulled the girls out of school and went to OK. I wasn't really needed but just being there with my family was good. Pulling up to grandparents house was horrible. Seeing his barn full of his tools and whatever else he has put in there over the years, and his red pick-up truck sitting there sent me over the edge. I've been living in a bubble. My dad's parents died when I was very young and I can hardly remember them. This is the first death in our immediate family since then. It's been hard, sad, and my emotions are all over the place.
Lily took the news the hardest. She has been asking a ton of difficult questions. One of the things she asked was how is he in heaven and yet his body is still here? We've been having deep conversations about your soul, heaven, graves, and death. Not thrilling topics to say the least.
We did go by the funeral home to see him. He looked so peaceful. No more pain, no more pills, no more sickness. That is all over now and he is with the Lord--the best place to be.
I worry about my Grandma now. They live in the middle of no where and I worry about her being lonely, taking care of the farm alone, and all the decisions she has to make now.
My Grandpa's funeral was probably just like what he would have wanted. We met at their church and my Grandma's sweet friends made my entire family a huge lunch. The food was all home-made and everything was so good. The funeral started at 2 and even though the circumstances were terrible, it's always nice to see family that you haven't seen in a really long time.
Kevin, my youngest cousin, was the brave one and got up and read a little about my Grandpa and his life. It was so good and he did a great job.
My Grandpa was a hard working, kind, funny, good husband, good father, sweet grandfather, and an awesome great great grandfather. I will be forever grateful that my girls got to know him.
Our last family photo all together.
At the funeral.
Jaxon, Lily, London, Scarlett, and Braxxton
There is something very peaceful about a cemetery.
We did get to go see our house. I'm thankful we are moving back especially to be close to my Grandma. Rest in peace sweet Grandpa and we'll see you soon.
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