Never Take People For Granted. Time Is So Valuable. (Grandpa Terry (I…
Never Take People For Granted. Time Is So Valuable.
Great Grandma and Grandpa
I would go over to their house every Wednesday.
I would always try to leave and hangout with my friends at the park instead of stay at their house.
Grandma would always send me off with a sugary snack before I left to go play
When I was real young she would teach me how to play piano.
Ashlynne would practice piano with grandma every wednesday and became very talented at it. You should hear her now.
It's really a shame only a few years back I became interested in playing.
I feel bad for not spending as much time as I should have when I had the time and opportunity to.
In 2015 My grandpa had past and my sister was devastated. I was also extremely sad but I didn't have the connection she did so I didn't really understand what she was going through.
My grandma lived by herself after that and seemed to being doing ok. We would have pizza night at her house once a month to keep the family close.
One day I came home to my mom crying and I knew exactly why.
My grandpa was my Idol. I really looked up to him. He showed me all his pranks and would go on adventures with me.
Mention something about baby snakes
I didn't have the opportunity to spend a lot of the time with him but when i did it was a blast.
We would always go to his house for Christmas. I can't even describe The feeling I had going over to his house for the holidays.
In 2016, we got a call that he was in the hospitel.
He past away and I thought it all was a joke because He would always play sick jokes on me.
I wasn't aware that he had a brother and when saw his brother at the funeral I thought it was him and I was so happy. Then My mom told me and that was that.
I never got the chance to say goodbye. The preacher came up to me to comfort me because i was actual mess. I told him I never got the chance to say goodbye and he said " You don't need to say goodbye. You'll see him again." Those words suck with me. In graved in my mind.
I was told he would be out of the hospital then The next week came up and he wasn't there. His heart was beating, he was breathing, but he wasn't alive. I don't really remember who had the authority to pull the plug but I know I was angry but understanding. The cancer was too much they couldn't help him.
I still remember leaving the room for them to finish the job.
I spend hours in that hospital. I didn't want to go. I spend a lot of time sleeping in the seats outside the room or in the waiting room. ON school nights and weekends.
I swear I've stepped in hospitals too many times already.
The Christmas Book
Ever since my grandpa passed I have been extremely sensitive to "GoodBye".