My grandpa has had two strokes in the past week and a half. He was rapidly improving after his first one. So much so, that we were supposed to meet my grandparents for dinner tomorrow.
But, he had another one today...much more severe than the last. It was hard seeing him after the first one. He struggled for his words, couldn't quite form sentences. But I guess this time around, he's fading in and out...staring blankly at people, and his chances of recovering are much lower.
I'm feeling deeply thankful for him. He's such a sweet, good, tender man. I feel very thankful for following the promptings I had to finally start my "dad project" when I did. Just a few weeks ago, I was able to visit my grandparents and record their memories of my dad. Timing. It's not my time. It's God's. I'm thankful for the promptings I had...and that I followed them.
Ahhhh life. It ends. I know this well. It's how it's meant to be. But, it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.
He may improve. He may not. I don't know. I do know, though, that I love him dearly.
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Oh, bummer. It is so hard to see someone you love go through things like that. I will be praying for you and your fam!
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