If there was one man on this earth that believed in Heaven and eternal life, it was my Grandpa. In all the heartache our family has gone through, he always had the right thing to say because he himself has gone through more than you can imagine and still made it to 84. He was honest to God the staple in our family. Especially this past year.
Yesterday, after what we believed and expected to be a routine surgery for his gallbladder, Grandpa went to Heaven to be with my Grandma, 2 adult sons, 7 babies (yes, 7 born into the arms of Jesus or lived a few minutes- I told you this man was strong) Charlie and my little Nolan.
We all had spent a pretty easy week in the hospital with him after a severe gallbladder attack turned into pancreatitis last Sunday morning. He was so impressed with his care from all my nurse friends on the floor he was on and so thankful for his private room they got him. I am telling you, he was such a simple man to make happy. Even the last night he was wanting to tip his darn nurse and tech for giving him a hot shower and a shave. I never expected for the hours I spent with him this past week to be his last.
Yesterday feels like a blur, I stood there watching some of my best friends and coworkers work on Grandpa and fight for him in post-op. It was hard to watch, I was the therapist in plain clothes standing at the end of the bed watching yet another nightmare happen. I'm not really sure how I handled yesterday being so calm, maybe it was the healthcare worker in me kicked in and stayed strong for my Mom and Aunt. But I sit here now at 3am in the morning wondering how in the heck I got through yesterday without getting my own self admitted with blood pressure spikes. Strength? Who knows.
I am just so saddened by it all but the one thing that comforts me is he had so much faith in Heaven. He believed after all his heartache in 84 years, he simply believed.