I am trying to get back into the swing or writing on my blog. It hs been a hard few months, and I have had a hard time writing from the heart. I am going to try to share some memories I have with my grandfather. I thought it would help me as I am still missing him.
This past Thanksgiving Day we were caring for my grandfather in his home. We had only been able to bring him home from the hospital the day before, so we were all excited to not be spending our Thanksgiving at the hospital. It’s just not the same atmosphere, you know.
We spent a good part of day at my grandfather’s house on Thanksgiving, and that night I offered to stay up and be the “night nurse.” My mom really needed a good night’s sleep. My grandfather was an early to bed, early to rise kind of person, but his cancer and the side effects from the cancer made sleep difficult. He dozed off and on, and but he never fell into a deep sleep.
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I realized I had not eaten a large dinner, and I was hungry. So I decided to get a snack. I asked him if he was hungry, and he was, too. And by this time, my uncle had gotten up to be there with us. So I fixed snacks for the three of us, and we enjoyed leftover Thanksgiving food at 3:00 in the morning.
That is such a special memory for me, since it was just a nice time of being together and eating a little snack. We also spent some time talking, since his mind was good, we wanted to enjoy all the time we could with him.
Thinking about that night alternately makes me smile and tear up. I would not give anything for the time I had with him.