My grandfather, Henry, died of lung cancer today. While everyone was in the kitchen, he finally passed in peace. For the past week he's been in a very vegetative, state, not even himself. Our guess was that the cancer had spread to his brain. He was able to understand that he was being spoken too but could no longer respond coherently, only in grunts. For a while he laid in a chair, eyes partially closed and mouth open, because he was unable to control himself. It was really, really sad, and hard to see him in the state he was in, when just a few months ago he looked so healthy and full of life, even with cancer.
Finally, he is no longer in pain or suffering. The wake is being held Sunday and the funeral will be Monday. I unfortunately never had a private moment to speak to him before he passed. I had wanted to thank him for all he's done for me and for everyone, and tell him that I love him, because I don't tell him often.
He was always a kind person who was always willing to help those in need, using the business he built himself, a plumbing and heating business to do so. Not only did he serve his community, but he also served his country in Vietnam. He was drafted for two years in the U.S. Army, and is the recipient of a purple heart, among other things. He never really spoke of his experience in Vietnam, so there's nothing really I can tell about it.
I know, I know, I'm getting all emotional and personal and stuff, but I just needed to get it off my chest, I've had a lot of my mind today.
Thanks for reading dudes.
