Monday, July 4, 2011

The passing of a patriarch


















































We knew his time on earth was coming to an end. On the way home from the Ragnar Zach called to say I wouldn't be coming home to a hot bath and a sorely needed nap. I would be taking a quick shower and then we would be rushing up to the hospital. Grandpa was not doing very well.


That was probably the understatement of the year. As we walked into his room the sight of his body, struggling to hang on to his last moments of life was a stark contrast to the powerful spirit you felt as you entered the room. If you've ever seen someone on the verge of death you probably know what I'm talking about. Painful and emotional. As we looked down on this man whom we loved so much struggling to breathe the spirit spoke so strongly to me in a voice that was not my own:






"We are not our bodies and this is not the end."






Although he had sufferend greatly and we know he is in a better place, the funeral was a very sad and poignant day for our family. But personally it was so sad to see Grandma, sitting in her wheelchair near the casket, fresh from the hospital herself.


I never really understood why they called him "Grumpy." He always greeted us with a hug and a smile and wanted to know all about what was going on in our lives. He was an avid follower of my blog. AVID. Checking my stat counter is a stark reminder of the fact that he is gone. He was the only ninety year old man I knew on Facebook. But we know we will see him again and more importantly we know that Grandma be with him again.






love, ali