I've been living in a bit of a surreal world the last few days. I was already a third of the way through a 3 month mission, when I was informed that my grampa was in the hospital and not doing well. He and I have always been very close, and the fact that I haven't seen him nearly as much as I wanted too in recent years was something that I had been preoccupied with lately. I often expressed my desire to load up the kids and drive to Utah with my wife, who being full aware of my guilt was always in full support.
I arrived on Thursday afternoon despite several setbacks (that is another story); and walked into one of the hardest scenes I have ever found myself in. My 4 aunts and mother were a mess. Grandma was holding up amazingly well, and I saw her as an amazing source of strength throughout this entire ordeal.
I spent the night with Gramps, and was able to talk with him, and come to peace with the situation with which we found ourselves. He imparted to me his final wisdom and wishes, and I informed him just how much he meant to me.
He passed on Friday afternoon surrounded by those who loved him most, and there is not a doubt in my mind that he is at peace. Words can not describe how much it meant to me to have those precious few moments with him. I will never forget him.
The typically pointless ramblings of someone who thinks way too much
