GrandpaI lost my last living grandparent to cancer in the throat recently. He didn't tell us, and because he lived so far away, we didn't know until only a day or two before his death. He didn't want us to know; he wanted us to remember him as he had been. Still, my aunt broke down and told us, right at the end. Mom flew down, but she didn't get there in time. It was sad...very sad. But I'm glad, in a way, that I didn't have to see him sick, that I can remember him as I last saw him (several years ago). I miss him, but I have hope that one day I will see him again. Goodbye, Grandpa.
FeatherInTheWind 22-25, F 2 Responses 1 Dec 16, 2008