A very sad day
A very sad day
Ok all. I read somewhere that just by talking to total strangers about something can make you feel better. Last Thursday, I wanted to help my husband in the yard and he said that I could help him by going to get the weed eater. So i did. But I kept getting an erie feeling and the name “granddad” kept being said in my head over and over again. Now Granddad is my husbands father’s father and he lives across the street with a little 90 year old woman. They had been friends for years. So when he got sicker (he has parkinsons) she decided to move in with him and take care of him (her husband died years ago). Well, like I said, I kept hearing the name “granddad” so I stopped by. I opened the door to find him in his chair watching TV. But when I spoke he said nothing. I looked down and I thought I was seeing things. I thought I saw that he was not breathing. I looked closer and harder and I could not believe what I was seeing. I looked at his hands and his hands were blue. I looked at his face and his eyes were open. I wasn’t scared. But I was scared. The little old lady that his been staying with his was looking worried. To make matters worse, I have sprint and live 1 mile from the tower and cannot get service so when I tried calling someone on my sell it was telling me it was searching for a signal. Are you serious? Searching for a freakin signal? I told my husband that one day there will be an emergency and I will not be able to help someone becuase of this raggedy ass phone service. Low and behold, NO SERVICE. I then looked out the door and a cop was coming down the street. Like someone had sent him at the very moment. I flagged him down and told him what I had found. You guys, I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. I just do not understand why I had to find him. I have never seen a dead body before. Well, my dad at his funeral but you are prepared mentally in a way. You know that you are going to a funeral so it is not shock. Sad yes, but shocking no. He had Parkinsons for 10 years but he was the same as he was everyday. Then to make matters worse, today at the funeral, the preacher was being disrespectful. Yes grandad went to casinos so what. The preacher was like “yea I have to keep my integrity and say this. we all know Jim was not a model christian but I still think he went to heaven”. I almost fell out of my seat. Granddad was the best. He would do anything for anybody and he did! He was not an alkie or a woman beater or anything like that. He would play powerball and go to a casino once a month. Argh, the nerve. And people wonder why i stay away from certain churchs.
I feel alot better now. Thank you for letting me vent. I feel alot lighter. Thank you for being here.
Hi Rawmen. That is so horrible he said that at the funeral. All I can say is maybe it was a blessing because you could be more angry than sad. I think he would have wanted to go without a big fuss so it is good you didn’t call 911. But it would be a good time to go with verizon..
That is kind of neat that you knew to go over there. I am sure his lady friend would have liked someone there to help her. It sounds like it was pretty peaceful.
He sounds like a great guy. What a thing to go through! I’ve alwasy thought your name sounded like amen- but with a Raw to it. Maybe that was your special spiritual sensitivity coming through.
If I were you- I’d go and play powerball for him! I hope you win!
Rawmen. I’m so sorry about your granddad. Even more sorry about what the preacher said. It actually makes me mad. Did the preacher even know your granddad?
Thank you for the kind words. The preacher DID know him. Granddad was a preacher type in the church was 18 years. All that preacher kept saying was about how he had to keep his integrity and insterad of a toast it was like a roast. All of the gueat there were appalled. They said they would have gotten up and left but they had more respect for the family. He was a peaceful guy and he did not want fuss over him. I had always had special senses and dreams that predict the future. They use to scare me but now I use them for comfort and warnings to others. I only get dreams or feelings about people in my family. I did not think it would work with my husbands family because they were not blood related to me but I guess it happens to anyone that i care for. I had a dream about psalm 27 so I have to go see what that reads. Thank you for the kind words. I feel so much better just getting that off my chest!
Grandad sounds like a lovely soul. He was lucky to have you around him. ;0)
Wow, what a story. Thanks for sharing that.