I feel for my grandmother. They'd been married 51 years. I can't imagine how it must feel for her, to now be forever separated from the one person she loves most, and who she has been with since the age of 15. That chasm of pain frightens me.
I feel like I'm in a haze after the last 48 hours of hospital bedside watching and crying and consoling and family and food and more crying. I've been going from overloading on emotions, to feeling almost numb. But it feels good to be alone now, away from all the guilty smiles and tear rimmed eyes.
1935 - 2011
He went peacefully, with a gentle last exhale of life, surrounded by those who loved him. For this I am thankful. The above photo is of he and I before he broke his back or ever got sick, and this is how I want to remember him.
Cel
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I'm so sorry for your loss. I know no words can ever seem like enough at times like these. I'm thinking of you and your family and hope to hug you soon.
Kirsten
i'm so sorry, cel. my grandfather was the world to me, and it was very hard when he passed. this poem always makes me think of him.
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
How sad. My condolences to you and your family.
Try to remember the good memories of your grandfather. Learn to appreciate the precious and precarious nature of life. Life ends for all of us, so the wise thing to do is savor every moment and cherish every person.
I'm so sorry for you. I'm glad he was surrounded by his loved ones though, that has to be the best way to go. I hope you're as ok as you can be at this time.
So very sorry. **HUGS**
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