My grandpa, who was 86, passed away last night in the hospital, after a long 4-5 year struggle following a stroke, a battle with alzheimers, and parkinsons. It's been a long couple years for all of us after he had a stroke 4-5 years ago. My aunt's, and mother (while she was still alive) took care of the inside the house stuff........like the cooking for him, cleaning, making sure he had his meds. and got to his doctors appts., while my uncles and I took care of the outside stuff like mowing the yard, snow removal, yard/house maint..........and other chores keeping the place as he would want it to be kept if he was still able.
This was the man who was my "father"............as my father was never a part of my life. Taught me to fish, shoot, drive, shave, etc....took me in and raised me when my own parents were not willing or capable of doing so. Was at all my baseball, football games and school functions when I was a kid. Made sure I never went without. He, and my grandmother, who died almost 12 years ago to the day, went above and beyond their whole lives to do anything for me and to this day I keep my boat in his garage as he wanted me to have it there because it was close to the lake and made it less of a hassle for me do the thing I love to do. I am glad he got to see and know my own kids, his great-grandchildren, I wish my grandmother would have been around for that.
Not a day goes by, that I don't, for at least a moment, think about all those people in my life that are now gone. My sister, my mother, my uncle, my grandma, and now my grandpa. The are all buried in the cemetery overlooking Silver Lake, and I take great comfort knowing, every time I go fishing, they are nearby.
Like I said..........it's been a hard past few years dealing with his condition, and part of me is glad his struggle is over....but we would have gladly kept up the fight..........forever, if it meant avoiding this.
R.I.P. Grandpa, you are loved and will be missed.