On Tuesday night (13/9) the family (his children and grandchildren) gathered around Grandad's hospital room as he took his last breath. It was so heart breaking to be there, but I am glad I was. I haven't been able to bring myself to blog about it, until just now. It's taken quite some time to process the information I dreaded since hearing of my Grandad's lung cancer months before.
It's been an emotional week. I heard the news on Sunday afternoon that Grandad wasn't doing too good after being in hospital for the last month. The doctors had removed one of his lungs, after that a lot of little things went wrong that added up to one big thing. He tried so hard and put up a good fight. But on Monday the doctors told the family that there was no coming back from where he was. He was unable to breathe on his own, and they needed to decide when to turn the machines off. In the end his body just wasn't strong enough, and he passed away on his own accord surrounded by love .
Looking at family pictures today and talking about all the fun times with my mum, sister and cousin Lee (who is also my best friend). We laughed and shared some of our favorite Grandad stories. I started to feel guilty having so much fun, but then I remembered that this is just want Grandad would have wanted.
Grandad was generous, had an amazing sense of humor, he loved to tell jokes, sing songs, write poems, do the most awesome wedding, 18th and 21st birthday speeches, enjoyed dressing up and he loved his family with all his heart.