What a roller coaster ride these past few weeks have been. I have neglected the blog for way too long, so here I am. I’M BACK. I have a lot to catch up on. And one subject in particular I have been putting off the most…
On January 24th I got a text from a cousin of mine saying “have you heard about Grandpa?” I was afraid to ask why or what was going on so I just replied with a “no.” I then called my mom to find out the details and I was told he wasn’t doing so well, but they were getting things figured out and he’d be fine. After a few days passed things weren’t actually getting better. Between my mom and other family members I was being updated on his status and was able to talk to him a few times. One conversation I had, I told him a story about how I recently found Henry getting into the ice-cream without telling me and how I found him on the couch happily sitting without any pants on and his new found ice-cream bucket and spoon. I would get some faint yeahs and okays out of him and was told he was smiling during my stories. I liked knowing that he was listening to me and heard my voice. A few more days went by and I decided I would go fly in and be with him. I made some arrangements and thankfully my mother-in-law was able to fly down to help me fly back to Indiana with the kids. At this point we knew things weren’t going to turn around and I wanted to see him before he passed away. On Wednesday January 30th I had what was my last conversation with him, I told him I was coming in to see him and that I would be there soon.
Thursday January 31st, when I was flying into Houston my Grandpa passed away. I had a gut feeling during that flight. I remember looking out the window at how pretty the clouds were and the way the sun was shining through them thinking about him, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was in the sky at that moment too. Once we landed in Houston, ate and got the kids situated I called my mom to let her know that we would be boarding soon. When I asked her how things were going she said “Stevie, he’s gone” I could hear in her voice when she picked up the phone something wasn’t right. My heart sank, I was instantly disappointed. I was disappointed in myself for not making my decision to come home sooner. However, I was thankful and at peace knowing I was able to talk to him and that my last visit with him was a very good one a few weeks prior. He knew I was coming in to see him and it would have been selfish of me to wish that he would have held on just a little longer for me. He had went peacefully holding onto my grandmothers hand surrounded by his children. I like to think I had my moment with him though when we were flying into Texas as I looked out the window into the clouds.
I am now left with many lasting memories of my Grandpa. A commenality he had with most of his grandkids was his love for dogs. He raised beagles and whenever he had a litter you can guess that Grandma and Grandpa’s house became a very popular stop for the grandkids. Along with him raising his beagles he always had a pet dog. I quickly fell in love with one in particular named Pepper, a Terrier. I loved Pepper, she was my favorite and in my little mind my dog too. When she passed away I’ll never forget Grandpa coming over to my parent’s house to tell me the news. I was probably about 4 years old and it’s my first real memory of crying over something that died. I remember sitting on his lap crying and heart broken over this dog and him making me feel better about it. If there is one thing Grandpa did, he always had a way of making you feel better and giving you this sense of everything is going to be ok.
Saying goodbye to a loved one is never easy, no matter the age. My grandpa Grover lived a very full life and left behind so many great memories. I leave here the link to his obituary that really puts into words what a great and accomplished man he was.