Today is my mom's 54th birthday. However, instead of being able celebrate it, we are mourning the death of my grandfather. He died yesterday morning, at the Nursing home in Warrensburg. Grandma, mom & dad were with him when he went. Myself, and Clint as well as my brother and his wife didn't make it in time. They said he went peacefully and wasn't in any pain. I guess that's the best we could have hoped for. He seemed he was getting better, however, I've learned that people usefully get somewhat better right before they pass.
Grandma is heart broken. Who wouldn't be, after 63 years of being married, and being with each other, it's only natural.
GENCON is this week. Clint and I had to decide what he was going to do. Not sure when everything was at first we talked about him flying back for the funeral, and then flying back to Indianapolis. However, that couldn't happen. In the end we decided that he should just continue with the trip as scheduled. We would be causing problems to those he's going with, if we changed any plans. I didn't want him not to go, because he's looked forward to this all summer.
Grandpa's visitation is Thursday night in Harrisonville, followed by the funeral Friday morning. The burial site is in Seneca, Mo, so we have to drive a few hours to get down there.
I'm glad that he's no longer suffering like he was and is able to relax and be at peace. I'm sure he's playing his first round of golf in years as the sun rose this morning to all of us still here.
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