On Monday night, February 12th, just after 1030pm the only grandfather my children have ever known finally took his last breath. You see, Grandpa Ed, was not their real grandfather in terms of genetics, blood, etc. We met him on an airplane 7 and 1/2 years ago when my oldest daughter was 6-months old (see my prior blog titled A Simple Smile).
Grandpa Ed was diagnosed with Esophageal cancer last January…just over 12 months ago. He lived a full life, and had a lot of fun doing the things he loved. He had many of his own “real” grandchildren, but he also included us into his family.
I broke the news to my girls yesterday, and of course they shed some tears. We had been driving up to Los Angeles to see him as much as possible, but then as he continued to decline he did not want the girls to see him in his so called “goofy” state. He wanted them to remember him the way he was before his illness.
I have been a little “off” these past few days, but then I realized that a bad day, especially after losing someone you love, does not equal a bad life. We all grieve in different ways. Sometimes it takes awhile, sometimes we can move on quickly.
So take a deep breath. Reflect on the life you have lived thus far, and try not to let one day define the emotions you have experienced over a lifetime.
If you really are having a bad day and need someone to talk to, drop me your info in the contact section and I will call you. I would love to help you get back on your feet and move forward. Blessings!