Saturday, December 3, 2011

Home again, home again

Grandpa's on his way home tonight (home like his house, not back to meet his maker... the one I don't believe in anyway). This dying business is tricky, you see. It doesn't happen as quickly sometimes as you think maybe your body wants it to, even if your spirit doesn't really want it at all. He says he's going to die soon. "Not much longer now," he told me tonight in the hospital. But he's a stubborn old SOB. And strong. He's weaker now than he's ever been in his life, but considering how strong he was at his strongest, well, it's all relative. He feels as bad as he's ever felt, but considering he used to be as able bodied as a horse, well, you know. It sucks. He hurts. But he's not going anywhere tonight. Probably not this month. He may well make it to his 93rd birthday in January. Beyond that? Who knows? Not me.


Ms. Moon said...

Is he in hospice? They sure can help with things, especially pain management.
Golly. This is so damn hard.

Steph(anie) said...

No, he's not. I really don't think he's as close as he thinks he is. He's just tired of feeling like crap.

Petit fleur said...

Yay for Grandpa coming home!

But, not so yay for feeling icky. My mom went through that yoyo ride, so I know how bad it can suck to be the loved one of someone going through it.

Needless to say, if you ever wanna talk or ya know yell or something, ring me up any time.

All This Trouble... said...

Aging into the twilight years is not for the faint of heart. It takes fortitude of spirit. Your Grandpa is obviously very strong.

Kristen said...

Hugs, Steph. It's hard seeing the ones you love hurt. Hang in there, girl. (((HUGS)))

Demandra said...

Ditto on what All This Trouble had to say. Oy. :(