Sad week

A year ago last thursday was the very last time I heard my Grandpa's voice. That was also the day he was put in ICU in an unconsciece state. A year ago saturday was my grandpa's 75th birthday. A year ago tomorrow will be the day he was moved from the ICU to hospice. Not long after midnight, on the eighth, he left us. I would have to say that was the single longest day of my entire life. Their is no decision harder to have to make, or be a part of making, then to take someone you love off of life support. Their is no harder thing in the world to do then to set in hospice with you entire family waiting for someone you love to pass away. I have so much respect for people who work in hospice. The nurses who took care of my family were amazing. In the very moments that my grandpa ascended from earth to heaven one of those ladies whistled Amazing Grace outside the door. What a huge comfort that was to my family. I hope he knows how much we all love and miss him. He was a horribly perverted old man and I miss that so much. I miss simply knowing that he's there. I hope that, if nothing else, I learned to cherish every moment I have to spend with the people I love.