on Wednesday, my grandfather was told he wouldn’t make it through the weekend. His body was modeling. I packed my things and flew out as soon as i could.

Once my flight landed, he was given 12 hours to live. Rushed to the hospital. he was unresponsive all day.

As soon as i walked in the room and grabbed his hand, this crazy old man woke up. Not only that, he was telling jokes with me and wouldn’t let go of my hand. Fading in and out.

He pushed through the night. Given 24 hours to live.

Saturday he was unresponsive again.

then i got there.

Held his hand and he jolted up long enough to say his final “i love you”

That was the final time i heard his voice. But i kid you not, he would not let go of my hand even when he couldn’t talk anymore.

On Sunday.

After pushing through. He held on as long as he could. He finally got called home.

This crazy old man has 6 kids. 13 grandkids. 19 great grandkids.

He was not a saint. By any means. And always made it known i was his favorite (which is so effed up lol)

The last couple days have been a rollercoaster of emotions.

Sorry for the long story & I’ll be surprised if it gets read.

My point to be made is,
Hug your loved ones