My paternal grandfather died tonight.
He has been in and out of the hospital for his heart for about three years and tonight he went in because he had an anurism in or near his heart. He didn’t make it. My dad and step-mom were driving to see him (it’s about a 6 hour drive from Dallas) in the hospital and on their way there my dad called me to tell me that he was in the hospital. My thought was ‘WHAT NOW!!’ Him being ill has been draining for everyone and if it’s not one thing it’s another.
About an hour or so later my dad calls me again. I knew it. I JUST KNEW IT. He wasn’t calling to tell me that they made it safely, or that my grandparents say ‘hi.’ He wasn’t calling to check on me to ask me about my BP which he usually does every evening. No. He was calling to tell me that Grandpa was gone.
I can’t go to the funeral because I can’t travel.
I just saw him a month ago for his 80th birthday.
I need some rest.