It’s been a standing joke for years about how I adopt other people’s parents. Friends whose homes I spent a lot of time at, a beloved set of employers and friends, one coworker on accident.
I’ve only ever adopted one grandpa. The grandpa I knew passed away when I was 14. I went a lot of years with no grandpa. When I started dating my husband, I was introduced to his grandparents really quick. They were such nice people, the epitome of the farmer and the farmers wife. Always smiling, always ready to laugh about something.
My husband’s grandfather called me his granddaughter before we ever got married. It was one of the best Thanksgiving presents anyone has ever given me.
Grandpa was healthy a week ago Thursday, mowing his lawn and taking care if the garden. Friday he felt a little sick. Saturday he was in the hospital because he could hardly breath. Pneumonia they said. And after blood work, they found sepsis too. All of it brought on by ecoli which, however he got it, moved to the blood.
Yesterday, Saturday a week later, doctors had tried many things and were now grasping at straws. Grandma asked grandpa if he wanted to try another test and grandpa said no. They took him off the c-pap machine he had been on all week and hooked him up with a simple oxygen mask.
Grandpa was ready to go, having made that choice, he was the most alert and responsive that he’d been all week. The family hauled in extra chairs to the ICU and sat around telling funny stories. Grandpa couldn’t talk at this point, but he smiled and laughed with the family. As unexpected as it all was, we all got to say goodbye and he was awake and knew who was there.
Grandma was the strongest person there. Also at peace with grandpa’s choice, she held his hand and told the kids and grand kids that everything would be all right. Grandpa spent most of his day looking at grandma. We all knew he was so worried about her. Fifty seven years, they had been married.
My adopted grandpa passed away this morning, Sunday September 7th at around 3:30 am. He was sleeping by then, it was a peaceful way to go.
Don’t worry about the family, grandpa. They have such close ties and I’ve seen how well they support each other. Grandma won’t be able to turn around for tripping on one of her kids.
As for your grandson, the two of you always so close his entire life, you know I’ll take care of him. He’s my husband and I love him dearly. But you need to know, if you didn’t already, that he will never forget you and can’t possibly replace you.
None of us ever will.
Rest comfortably, grandpa, you deserve it.