![]() ![]() I can’t imagine having to admit that, yes, I am going to die in the near future. Really, I can’t imagine not being stubborn in my later years. I won’t say Pa wasn’t stubborn, but he was far less stubborn than most of the elder people I know. He looked after himself for a while (a vital part of Ma’s wake was my aunties teaching Pa how to use every device and utensil in his kitchen) but I think he knew he was on his way out. Since Ma’s death, Pa’s health slowly went downhill. Pa had been living in my auntie’s house for maybe a year after Ma, my grandmother and Pa’s wife of about 65 years, passed away three years ago. I wasn’t there, but it sounded like it was really nice. They celebrated what they all knew would be his final birthday. The previous weekend he had a birthday with most of his daughters and his one son, my father. ![]() Peacefully, if the nurses are to be believed. Pa, as he has and will always be known, passed away in the early hours of the morning last Thursday. This would be slightly less weird if tomorrow I wasn’t going to my grandfather’s funeral, but the house is filling with extended family, and you have to sleep in whatever bed you can find. I’m currently lying in my grandfather’s bed in what is, as of last Thursday, a spare room at my auntie’s house. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |