Last Words
"Missy, its mom. Grandpa isn't doing well today. The nurse is leaving soon. Do you want me to call you when she leaves so you can say a few words to Grandpa? He can't respond/talk but he can hear you."
Laying on my bed I hung up the phone to think of what to say but thoughts of my grandfather flooded me. The cancer has taken over my grandpa's body to the point where the sores in his throat and mouth have made it impossible to speak or swallow food. Whenver I needed advice of how to cure my colds, heal my wounds or an upset stomach I always called my grandparents. My grandfather was very well read and into natural foods, herbs and general life.
But now cancer has decided to prove to the world that it has control rearing its head like a demon ravishing a new victim. Regrets of time lost enter my mind, knowing I cant go back and change it I feel as though I didnt show my grandfather how greatful I am for all he has done for me, all he has taught me and just being there.
I shot my first gun with my grandpa, learned to drive cars, trucks, motorcycles even farm equipment. He taught me how to fix everything from fences to my car. He pulled me out of financial distress when a car company got me for 30% interest. My thoughts are just running with what to say.... angry that I can't be there.
My heart jumps as the phone rings. The sun beaming in on me as I lay on my bed all of a sudden doesn't feel warm anymore. "Missy, you ready?" Mom says....
Am I?
STANLEY
Gender: Masculine
Usage: English
Pronounced: STAN-lee [key]
From a surname meaning "stone clearing" in Old English...... hhhmmm stone clearing.
My grandfather is a farmer who grew corn, christmas trees and raised cattles, chickens. He was a postmaster and retired by 50 but by 56 he had his pilots license as well as 2 planes, one he had built(kit). He would fly down from Minnesota to Iowa to visit his mother every week who was in a nursing home. Yes my great-grandmother is still alive. But now my grandfather isn't... I sit here looking at his farm on google earth knowing that inside that house is a man dying surrounding by his love and 2 daughters.
Feelings are numb and intertwining. I am not the only one I know. It happens everyday. I will miss my Grandpa Stan "the man with the master plan" Estes.
I love you.
Laying on my bed I hung up the phone to think of what to say but thoughts of my grandfather flooded me. The cancer has taken over my grandpa's body to the point where the sores in his throat and mouth have made it impossible to speak or swallow food. Whenver I needed advice of how to cure my colds, heal my wounds or an upset stomach I always called my grandparents. My grandfather was very well read and into natural foods, herbs and general life.
But now cancer has decided to prove to the world that it has control rearing its head like a demon ravishing a new victim. Regrets of time lost enter my mind, knowing I cant go back and change it I feel as though I didnt show my grandfather how greatful I am for all he has done for me, all he has taught me and just being there.
I shot my first gun with my grandpa, learned to drive cars, trucks, motorcycles even farm equipment. He taught me how to fix everything from fences to my car. He pulled me out of financial distress when a car company got me for 30% interest. My thoughts are just running with what to say.... angry that I can't be there.
My heart jumps as the phone rings. The sun beaming in on me as I lay on my bed all of a sudden doesn't feel warm anymore. "Missy, you ready?" Mom says....
Am I?
STANLEY
Gender: Masculine
Usage: English
Pronounced: STAN-lee [key]
From a surname meaning "stone clearing" in Old English...... hhhmmm stone clearing.
My grandfather is a farmer who grew corn, christmas trees and raised cattles, chickens. He was a postmaster and retired by 50 but by 56 he had his pilots license as well as 2 planes, one he had built(kit). He would fly down from Minnesota to Iowa to visit his mother every week who was in a nursing home. Yes my great-grandmother is still alive. But now my grandfather isn't... I sit here looking at his farm on google earth knowing that inside that house is a man dying surrounding by his love and 2 daughters.
Feelings are numb and intertwining. I am not the only one I know. It happens everyday. I will miss my Grandpa Stan "the man with the master plan" Estes.
I love you.
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