For those who don’t know, I’ve been caregiving for my grandparents since February. My grandfather began dying about a week ago & we’ve been taking care of him at home. Anyway, I think he just died a little while ago. I called my parents & my dad will be over here to confirm it.
I’ll probably write later about the experience of caring for my grandfather, but just at this moment I wanted to write something about this right now.
When I first realized that I was looking down at a vacant shell, I felt happy for him. He’s escaped. He was going crazy these last few days, praying for God to take him. I was starting to really, really hate God.
And now, it’s finished. Naturally there will be some hustle & bustle. I don’t know if I should feel superficial about hoping I’m not expected to skip work tonight. But the important thing to me is that my grandfather got away.
So, happy trails, Grandpa. Good job.