one of the hardest things I've ever had to do is to watch my Grandpa, my Pappy, the strongest man I've ever known fade away after his stroke 9 years ago. His mind has never failed, not even now, after we've spent the last week in the hospital watching his lungs fill up with fluid, and it getting harder and harder for him to breathe. The doctors said he was going to die last Tuesday, and every day after that. But he is stubborn and still fighting his losing battle. I'm not ready to be without him but I pray that he has the strength to let go and trust that we can take care of his "Normie" (my Grandma). He still wakes up and reaches for her when she walks into his room. Hearing her say goodbye to her husband of 62 years was the saddest conversation I have ever witnessed. Watching my brothers face while he watches his best friend, his Pappy, drown in front of us is a scene I will never get out of my mind. So if you believe in it please say a prayer that my Pappy can stop struggling, that he can go home to be with the Lord, and that we are all strong enough to let him go.
My Pappy during WWII.
isn't he handsome?