A Generation Passes
"Grandpa, I'm P-----. I'm leaving now. I will pray for you." Those were my last words to him.
When I arrived at the hospital on Monday, he was gasping heavily for air via the respirator. I noticed his arms were severely swollen and that the I.V.s were all removed. His blood pressure was 58 over 28; signaling his heart was no longer strong enough to pump his blood. The I.V.s were removed since all the fluids going into his body wasn't coming back out in the form of urine; hence the severe swelling of his arms and legs. His once I.V. bruised, dry, flaky, wrinkly, arm skin was now plump, but without color. His face was a pale yellow. With his eyes tightly closed, he continuously gasped for air.
I held his right hand several times in prayer; squeezing it occasionally to let him know that I was there. He squeezed back gently at least two times, but I'm not sure if it was just a twitch or a response.
His second wife occasionally placed a wet cotton swab in his mouth and on his lips to keep them from drying. Each time she did that, he closed his mouth and tried to suck the water from it.
His second wife told me that the doctors and nurses told her that he wouldn't make it past the night. Apparently when they informed her during the day, they spoke too loudly. My grandfather opened his eyes and let out a tear. I suppose he had a right to know, but I guess the doctors and nurses could have been a bit more discrete about it. In any case, he has passed on now.
After my last words to him, I left his room and headed to the lobby. I sat in the lobby and started praying for him again. I asked God to take away his pain and to ease his suffering. I asked God to let it be quick since he was suffering and it was time for him to go. Apparently within half an hour of my prayers, my grandfather did pass on... perhaps a few minutes too soon as my aunt and uncle only arrived to see his still warm body.
His wake will be held this Sunday afternoon and his burial will be on Monday morning. He will lay at rest next to my grandmother at Mount Pleasant.
My grandfather lived to a ripe age of 87. He was my last living grandparent. God did bless him with great grandchildren... in fact, four concurrent generations.
My grandfather leaves behind many great stories of how life was during WWII to how he built the house in which he raised his own children in.
His many stories will never be forgotten and will forever be cherished... he will not be forgotten.
"Grandpa, rest in peace. You will be remembered."
When I arrived at the hospital on Monday, he was gasping heavily for air via the respirator. I noticed his arms were severely swollen and that the I.V.s were all removed. His blood pressure was 58 over 28; signaling his heart was no longer strong enough to pump his blood. The I.V.s were removed since all the fluids going into his body wasn't coming back out in the form of urine; hence the severe swelling of his arms and legs. His once I.V. bruised, dry, flaky, wrinkly, arm skin was now plump, but without color. His face was a pale yellow. With his eyes tightly closed, he continuously gasped for air.
I held his right hand several times in prayer; squeezing it occasionally to let him know that I was there. He squeezed back gently at least two times, but I'm not sure if it was just a twitch or a response.
His second wife occasionally placed a wet cotton swab in his mouth and on his lips to keep them from drying. Each time she did that, he closed his mouth and tried to suck the water from it.
His second wife told me that the doctors and nurses told her that he wouldn't make it past the night. Apparently when they informed her during the day, they spoke too loudly. My grandfather opened his eyes and let out a tear. I suppose he had a right to know, but I guess the doctors and nurses could have been a bit more discrete about it. In any case, he has passed on now.
After my last words to him, I left his room and headed to the lobby. I sat in the lobby and started praying for him again. I asked God to take away his pain and to ease his suffering. I asked God to let it be quick since he was suffering and it was time for him to go. Apparently within half an hour of my prayers, my grandfather did pass on... perhaps a few minutes too soon as my aunt and uncle only arrived to see his still warm body.
His wake will be held this Sunday afternoon and his burial will be on Monday morning. He will lay at rest next to my grandmother at Mount Pleasant.
My grandfather lived to a ripe age of 87. He was my last living grandparent. God did bless him with great grandchildren... in fact, four concurrent generations.
My grandfather leaves behind many great stories of how life was during WWII to how he built the house in which he raised his own children in.
His many stories will never be forgotten and will forever be cherished... he will not be forgotten.
"Grandpa, rest in peace. You will be remembered."
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