I can't believe it has almost been a year. He is gone...forever...I think while outside.
I think about all the good memories and bad ones because that is what built our bond. But, now, he is gone and I wish he wasn't.
My opa, a wonderful man. He was caring and overall nice. He was funny and never judged to early. He gave everyone the benefit of the doubt.
However, he had passed February 1st, 2022. At the age of 82. He was my happiness. My everything. I never realised how much I love him 'till he was gone...
It still hasn't registered in my brain...he isn't coming home...he isn't coming home...he is not coming home. I tell myself. It doesn't get easier, it never does.
My story with him starts February 12th, 2007 when I was born. I was lucky to have my grandparents for long a period of time because most never met theirs or they died when they were young. I met so many who had those cases.
Years go on and we make memories.
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This is one of my favourite pictures. My mum always said he was looking at me---yes, that is me obviously---with so much love. My mother also said I was probably his favourite (lol keep building my ego mother).
We never really fought. He'd tell me my living conditions are horrible and I'd retort then we'd laugh.
I was the one in the house he saw the most. I always said good morning and good night. I now half expect him to walk down the hall and tell me to go "hidey" which meant go to bed. Then he would say "goodnight" and be off to bed. It is weird to have that not happen...everytime I think of it I start to cry...I miss him so much.
My opa passed after getting sick with covis which ended him in the hospital with pneumonia.
It was Christmas eve and we had it at my uncle's for the first time in 5 years.
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Picture from Christmas 2021.
Everything was great. We had fun and when we went home we went to bed. When we awoke, people who haven't been to a Christmas in years who showed up were sorta "bragging" how they had Covid and they knew they had it.
We confronted them and they said they didn't know it was Covid changing the story up. "But even if your sick, STAY HOME!!" I said. We have vulnerable grandparents here!! Like my opa! He had SO MANY health problems. So, like you guessed we all were now sick with Covid.
My opa started not eating and drinking which caused his Kideneys to not work at 100% so, we finally sent him to the hospital.
When he got there, they pumped him full of fluids which caused Pneumonia. Pneumonia is deadly for elders...his Kidney's started lowering in ability to function and so was his breathing because of the Pneumonia and fluids in his lungs.
He got put in a coma and on a ventilator. I was so scared at this point that each night we'd get an update I hoped he would come home soon.
It was a rollercoaster of emotions. Bit he wasn't getting better. We were gonna decide on February 1st if we were gonna pull the plug. However, we didn't get the chance, he passed in his sleep. He ultimately died from Pneumonia and at his death, his Kidneys were only working 30% which contributed to his death.
I broke down crying. I couldn't believe the news all though we knew this was gonna happen.
Before he got put in a coma we had a zoom call and the last thing he said to me was...
"I love you..."
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