I don’t want you to be in pain. I don’t want you to get frustrated because you can’t see or you can’t communicate clearly what you want or need. It makes me sad seeing you laying down there in bed, so tiny, since you’re not really eating anymore. You have given up on life because, to be honest, you’re not in a situation where you can really call it life anymore. This Sunday evening, I’m making sure to be close to my cell, in case I get the phone call, telling me you’re not longer with us…we don’t know how long it will take and you might think this is weird of me writing this now. But I have so many feelings and emotions inside of me that I need to get out somehow…
I remember all the good times we have had in life. All the stories you’ve told me, all the knowledge, in whatever subject, you’ve shared. You have always inspired me to learn more about everything, because you know so much, and remember pretty much everything you read. I will always remember you as sitting with a book reading and learning, or typing on your typewriter in your office in your downtown apartment. Or during the summers, being out in your country house, where you always rested on the bed in the kitchen with the window open.
You’re still with us, but we know it won’t be long until you are free…Last Monday I held your hand, after you’d asked for it. When it was time for me to go, I whispered; I love you. And I do, so so deeply.
I love you so much, granddad ♥