Hello dear readers, long time no see! I know I promised blog postS while I was gone and only delivered one, but sometimes life gets in the way of writing.
The cruise was just as relaxing as expected, although I’m not sure we’ll go on another one soon. Bermuda has definitely spoiled me for island life! We also had a touch of seasickness on our sea day especially, so I see staying on dry land in our future. We had planned to spend the weekend in Miami, but once I was back in the land of cell service, my sister told me our grandpa was not doing well.
I’m going to take an aside here to say something you’ve heard a thousand times before: Don’t smoke, kids. For years now, my grandfather has only been able to take short, shallow breaths, and the steroids he took to help him with those breaths deteriorated his bones so much that he had broken vertebrae that would never heal. Needless to say, he was in a lot of pain. It’s not worth it.
Back in Miami, after a little bit of crying in public, I decided going home for 30-some hours was worth it. Lots of flying and driving, lots of money, but so very worth it to be able to sit with him and hold his hand, see my dad, and hold my grandma while she cried. I got to say goodbye and tell him I loved him and I know how lucky I am to have that experience.
He died the following week.
I’ve written about it in my own journals, but I’m not quite ready to share. Do me a favor, though: Today, and as long as you can hold on to the feeling, be grateful for every breath.