Life Goes On…

 I don’t write in here very much. I guess I’m just more lazy then I thought I would be when we moved here last year. So much stuff has happened. Good and bad, happy and sad.

Happy news Jason and I paid off our cruise for our official honeymoon/anniversary cruise Dec. 31-Jan. 7! We are both so excited! I just keep looking at different things there is to do on the boat and off. I really hope we can get a massage on our anniversary. That would be so amazing! There is also mini golf and a water park on the cruise! It will be so great to get away for a week with Jason and just spend time together not having to think anything about crazy work!

On Sept. 27th my dad called me, but I missed the call cause my phone was on silent and I walked away into the kitchen. When I heard his message I called him right back, but he said he was on the other line and for me to call him back within 5 mins. I couldn’t understand why he would say that, so I called my mom to ask her what was going on. She asked me where I was, so I told her at home. Then she asked me if I was sitting down, I said yes at my desk. Then she told me what I really was not expecting or wanting to hear. Pop-Pop died. I dropped my phone on the floor and just started crying. He was my only grandparent left and now he too was gone. It’s just not fair. The last time I talked to him was the beginning of the month. And he was so happy talking to me. It was the longest he talked on the phone with me. And he was saying how he was going to work real hard at getting his health all better so he could come up to visit with Jason and I at our apartment. And he wanted to visit me on my birthday next year, cause he felt really bad about not getting to come to the wedding cause he was afraid of being away from his doctors. The last time Jason and I saw him was when we took a trip down there in February. I’m so glad I was able to get someone to take my shift from me that day so I could go visit him. We showed him the wedding video, which he loved getting to see. And we showed him pictures. He was just so excited about Jason and I getting married. And he kept telling me how much he liked Jason and how great he is for me. So that made me feel really good. So I just couldn’t stop crying. When I finally picked my phone up off the floor my mom told me to go wake Jason up cause she didn’t want me to be alone. I went in the bedroom and my crying woke him up. When he asked what was wrong I told him Pop-Pop died. He was hugging me, and I handed him the phone to talk to my mom since I was crying to much. When he got off the phone with her I called my dad back and I was just saying I’m so sorry. I told him that mom told me cause I called to see what was going on. He told me they would be coming to pick me up later that day to head down to Ft. Lauderdale. I had to call work and let the managers know, yet I couldn’t get ahold of any of them so I left messages asking for them to call me. I just kept asking myself why, why did he die… and how. So I called my mom again asking what time her my dad and brother would be over to pick me up. Yet she didn’t really know cause my dad and brother had to take care of stuff before leaving. But then she told me what happened. My dad received a phone call that morning from one of  my uncles ex-girlfriend’s who couldn’t get ahold of my grandpa. And she apparently called him every morning. So after several calls with no answers or calls back. She called my dad to see if he could get ahold of him. So my dad called several times unsuccessfully. So then he called my uncle who lives down there as well telling him that he couldn’t get ahold of him and to go check on him. So Uncle Paul left work to go over to his condo. And when he got there he said he saw his car in the parking lot, the news paper still on the ground by the front door. And it was around 1pm when we went over. When he went inside he checked the bedroom, bathroom, then walked to the back of the condo where the kitchen and living room are. That’s where he found Pop-Pop… on the kitchen floor. 🙁 We don’t know exactly what happened, but all we can think is he must have fallen for some reason and he hit his head on the tile floor. Cause Uncle Paul said there was blood on the floor, and his head was cracked. 🙁 I’m crying right now writing this. 🙁 What we do know was that Pop-Pop had a stress test done on Monday afternoon. He called Uncle Paul after the test saying how nothing was going right and he felt really dizzy and light headed cause the guy messed up his IV line for the dye for the test and he was bleeding a lot. My dad was the last person to talk to him on Monday night. When he was talking to him he was saying how he felt really light headed and just wanted to eat his dinner and go to bed. So my dad kept thinking he must have fallen and died right after he got of the phone. But when we finally got down there around 4:30 in the morning and went inside. Which was really hard for  me to do knowing Pop-Pop wasn’t going to be there. My mom was looking through stuff in the kitchen to see if she could find any clues. And she found something that gave us a bit of a time frame. My grandpa kept track of when he took his medicines. He had listed one of the pills with the time 10:00pm and by that wrote took. Meaning that he did not fall right after he got off the phone with my dad. So he must have eaten something, then later around 10pm went to take his medicine and get something else to eat. Cause my uncle found him with a plate and homefries on the ground. So now we were all thinking why did he have to go back in the kitchen for more food. If he really did get dizzy and that’s what made him fall, why couldn’t he have just gotten dizzy in bed. Then he wouldn’t have fallen. But at the same time, since an autopsy wasn’t done, we don’t know if something else caused him to fall. All I hope was that he wasn’t in any pain and that he died instantly. And that he is happy now to be back with Mom-Mom. Cause since she died 5 years ago, he has been so lonely and depressed. Even if he did have the greatest cat Tiger to keep him company. Now Tiger lives with Uncle Paul and Eric. I just wonder what Tiger thought of seeing Pop-Pop when he fell and what he did. We spent a week down there going through everything at the condo. And getting all the pictures we wanted to take with us. It just didn’t feel right going through all my grandparents stuff. But it’s what needed to be done. Who knows if I’ll ever get back over to there condo. Uncle Paul said Aunt Debbie is going to be moving in there now, but I have no idea. I know Eric wants his mom to live somewhere better then the assisted living place she’s at. But I just don’t think it’s right. The entire time we were there Brian refused to go into the kitchen. I even felt odd going in there at times. I didn’t want to be stepping on Pop-Pop, I know it’s weird. Though we noticed in the freezer there were 8 frozen chocolate covered bananas. Which we could only think of him as knowing we would be there so he made us one last treat. As I ate them I thanked him for making me a very yummy treat. He loved cooking and making treats. So I guess of all the places for him to have died, the kitchen was a good place for him. It was his favorite room.  Though I’m still going to miss him so  much. It just hit me so much harder with him dying then my grandmas. I guess since he was the last g

randparent left, and growing up he was my only grandpa. Since my mom’s dad died before my brother and I were even born. I just really was hoping he would have lived a bit longer. I would have loved for him to get to become a great grandparent. He lived 85 years, which isn’t too bad I guess. He was able to walk without assistance, even though recently he started using a cane. He was still able to drive, even though he didn’t want  to drive when it was dark out. So he was still able to take care of himself, which I know he liked. I hope him and Mom-Mom are happy to be together again.

-StarBright16