I got a call last night from my mom. My grandfather was readmitted to the hospital last week, and after being sick for a few days my mom was finally able to go visit him yesterday. She said his condition has deteriorated significantly from when she saw him last week, and that he may pass away any day.
I’m thankful that CootieGirl and I drove down a couple months ago to visit him when he was still in okay shape, even if CootieGirl didn’t get to see him in person. But I’m sad that she isn’t of an age where she’ll really remember him. My great-grandmother, Mingy, lived well into my teenage years, so I can totally remember her. But at three, it’s doubtful that CootieGirl will really remember him as she gets older, and CootieBoy will have no idea.
That’s too bad, because my granddad was a pretty cool dude.
Yeah, that is too bad.
I’m going to visit him tomorrow morning.
I’m sad to hear about your granddaddy, Jaynee. My dad’s grandparents died when I was young, but I’m glad for the memories I do have, foggy though they may be. I hope CootieGirl remembers him at least a little bit. 🙂