Around 2:15pm on Friday, I got the call. I was expecting it, anticipating it, really, but I don’t think anything can ever prepare you for hearing the words out loud.
The selfless part of me felt a bit of relief. He’s no longer in pain, no longer sleeping his days away in an unfamiliar nursing home, away from his wife and home, not feeling like himself.
The human part of me burst into tears.
My grandpa passed away.
I’m going to miss the stories he told, the letters he wrote me and spending time together. I’m going to miss the way he ended our goodbyes with “Grandpa loves you”- the same three words he left me with as I left the nursing home in tears, just one week ago.
Although I knew this was coming, I think part of me is still in disbelief. I don’t think it’ll sink in until I go back to Michigan and he’s not there.
I know he’s in a better place, free of all of his pain, but coping with things like this take time. When we left the nursing home last Saturday, he shook Jordan’s hand and said, “See you again real soon.” I know that he’s watching over us, and I believe, one day, years and years from now, we will see each other again.
I love you, Grandpa. You will be missed.