My grandpa died this morning at about 3am PST. My mom text messaged me to let me know that he passed and that he was now at peace. I wasn't that close to my grandpa, but it really sucks that he's gone. I know that he is probably in a better place now because toward the end, he was in extreme pain. For the past few years, he's been suffering from chronic pain and had a morphine patch as well as other pain pills that he was taking on top of that. I'm sure none of which completely relieved the pain, so I guess, in a way, I am glad that he has passed. At least he is no longer suffering.

I said my goodbye's to him a few weeks ago when I went to Seattle. It was sad to see him the way that he was and it wasn't exactly how I wanted to remember my grandpa, but it was what it was. When we were leaving, he told us "Come back and visit me soon." Sadly, I knew that that was not going to happen, but if he believed that...it was okay.

He is going to be cremated and my mom's family is going to spread him in the hills in Idaho (where he wanted). He was a farm guy...and he wanted to be left where he loved the most. He loved being in the hills and that's where he'll finally be. They're going to have a memorial set up for him in the Black Hills in South Dakota. That is always where he wanted a marker to be. That is much closer to me and I will go visit when everything is set up.

He's my first grandparent to pass and it really makes me wish that Greg's relationship with my family isn't like my relationship was with my grandpa. My grandpa lived in Idaho for as long as I could remember. We would drive 9 hours from Seattle at least once or twice a year to go visit him in the summer. All I can remember about these car trips is that they were long, boring, hot...all to go to this deserted town in the middle of nowhere Idaho. My grandpa's house had nothing. It was a dirt field...no shade, nothing to do...BORING for a young kid. Yet, there were things that we enjoyed doing there. He always let us run in the sprinkler, play in his garden, feed his horses, and get the chicken eggs. There was this one time where my brother and I were in the chicken house getting the eggs and there was this chicken sitting on her eggs and she WOULD NOT get off them for nothing. We'd try to reach in there and grab her eggs, but she'd just peck at us and Tim and I whined about it. My grandpa came in there and was like, "You just have to get in there and grab 'em" and two seconds later, he had eggs...no chicken pecks or nothing. Another time, we went fishing down by the river with my mom's half brother (I guess, my uncle...but we never saw him). My brother and I caught catfish and we were so happy that we caught a fish. We brought them up and my grandpa goes "You gonna gut 'em?" I remember thinking...that's soooo gross! He was mad at us for wanting to go fishing and not finish the job, but he prepped our fish anyway.

Ah...grandpa.

Anyway...I'm going to go to bed now. It's not late, but I'm just not in the mood to stay up any longer.

i'm sorry to hear that.
» renaye on 2008-07-29 12:14:30

Well, RIP for your grandpa.
» randomjunk on 2008-07-29 12:15:44

you and your family are in my prayers. I wish you all the best!
» pyrogrrl12 on 2008-07-29 12:20:50

Sorry to heawr about that. There will always be things that will remind us of our grandpas who have left us every now and then.
» Nuttz on 2008-07-29 04:27:56

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