I am beyond words right now. My grandpa passed away June 30, 2015 at 8:00pm. I had just left his house an hour before. Mike called me told me I better come back. But he was gone by the time I got there. I just got down on my knees beside his bed and held on to him and cried. I cried so hard! It still doesn't seem real. I feel like I could see him walk in my front door. I feel like I will see him the next time I go to his house. He had been sick with lung cancer. He found this out the first of April. Mike and I took care of him. We did all we could to keep him comfortable and pain free the last week of his life. I'm not sure how to even deal with the grief. Grandpa and I were close. We talked several times a week. He came to my house for every big thing and little thing. He did a lot with our family and he was always attending the kids activities. He loved life and his family. Its been a week today since he passed. I have survived 1 week without him. I am down, no motivation, no desire to do much of anything. I wanted to go to the cemetery today...but I didn't. My kids and I sang at his funeral. Go Rest High on that Mountain. It just doesn't seem real or even possible.
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