My Grandpa Jem has passed away. He died at night on Tuesday at the hospital. Last week he had started to feel sick after riding a horse for the first time in months. The next day Dad took him to the doctor and he said that Grandpa was not well and he needed to go to the hospital. On his way to the hospital he had a "major stroke" but survived three days before passing away right after Dad left the hospital on Tuesday. The funeral is on Monday and relatives are flying in from all over the country.
Dad didn't want Grandpa to ride our horse Bella, but Grandpa really wanted to and said that he was going to whether Dad wanted him to or not. He did seem to feel better that day and since it was his anniversary with Grandma, he said that he wanted to ride a horse to help honor her. Mom thinks that somehow Grandpa knew he was going to die soon and wanted to ride one last time. I can hardly write about this without crying, but I wanted to let people know why I had not written in awhile and it is helping me to deal with my Grandpa's death. I will write more after the funeral is over and once I return to school.
Thinking of Grandpa Jem...