My grandpa passed away this weekend. He had been in a nursing home because he broke his hip a few months ago and he was found unresponsive Saturday morning. He was taken to the hospital where he passed away shortly after my uncle made it there.
I haven’t seen the man in over ten years. I wasn’t even able to make it to see him when my grandma died almost six years ago because he lives in Long Island and it was finals week. This week my family will be there to say goodbye and I’m stuck here in Buffalo because of school.
It’s not as hard as it could be because my dad recognizes that it was what he wanted. The man was immobile and dependent on other people to take care of him. It’s not what Grumpa wanted. After my dad found out, I saw him crying while he made a couple of calls and passed on the news but after that, he was alright. He has been working on Netflix marathons lately because he got injured at work so I hung out with him and watched Dexter all day and he was fairly at peace.
What’s hard is knowing that my whole family is together right now and I can’t be there. What’s hard is knowing that no matter how strong he has been so far, my dad is going to have a rough week ahead of him. What’s hard is that I no longer have any grandparents and for the second time, school is in the way of me being with the people that matter to me.
For now I’ll just try to remember the good - catching crabs off the dock, puzzles, Buddy the Boston Terrier (round one and two), and the amazing family that he and my grandmother created together.
I just wish I could be there.