Yesterday we got a 5 am phone call. You know the one that when listening to responses are “yes” “uh-huh” and “ok”. You lie in bed waiting for your partner to hang up and fill you in on what horrible event just happened.
It wasn’t to tell us that something bad happened, it was warning us that something bad was headed our way.
Brian’s grandfather has seen his health decline the past several years. In his 80s that is expected, however at the same time it’s not something that is easy to watch or accept. The phone call was to say that he wasn’t doing well.
By 5:30 Brian was out of the house headed to the nursing home, I stayed home while Adam slept and washed my floors. Really there wasn’t much else for me to do at that time of the morning.
Brian came home about 8:30 and crawled into bed. He looked rough and said it wasn’t going to be long.
At 9:45 the call came and Brian’s grandfather had passed away. That was a hard call to take and even harder news to deliver.
Yesterday we went through the motions. Numb is a good word. Today we slept in until 8am and getting out of bed was hard. The grieving process has started, one that I’ve been through too many times before, and unfortunately I’ll deal with many more times.
I’m on an emotional roller coaster along with our entire family. Along with a wedding to photograph on Friday, Brian’s 30th Birthday party on Saturday then the funeral on Monday it’s going to be a couple days of extreme highs of happiness and lows of sadness.
Death is never easy or fun, but it’s a part of life.
R.I.P Grandpa K.
Knowing you’re not in pain anymore and in a better place eases some of the pain, but it doesn’t make it an easier pill to swallow.
