Monday night my papaw passed away.
He was truly the most amazing man I ever knew,
And I was so incredibly blessed to have him as a grandfather.
He raised my dad to be the great man & father that he is today, & I am beyond grateful.
I have literally been preparing myself for my Papaws death for over a year.
He hasn't been doing well for a while and so anytime I would get a
"Where are you?" "call me" text from my mom I would assume the worst.
Sometimes I feel like assuming the worst in these situations is the better choice.
It's funny how you think you are so prepared for someones death,
but then when it happens, when you get the phone call,
and you just KNOW...this is it. It happened.
It still hurts just as much as if it were a complete shock.
I had been talking to my mom all day,
She had been warning me with multiple phone calls, "it's getting worse..."
I was surprisingly calm throughout the whole process,
even a few weeks ago when she first told me he was sent to the hospital.
I was proud of myself, I prepared myself and I would get through this.
But when I got "the call", she didn't even have to say anything,
I just knew.
And I cried hard, all day and night.
I think I cried mostly for my dad, knowing how much he was hurting was killing me.
Death is such a hard thing to deal with.
I'm heading home either today or tomorrow to be with my family,
and the funeral is Friday morning.
Please keep my family in your prayers!
I hope all of you have a great day,
Go call your grandparents and tell them how much you love them.