![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Oct. 16th, 2022
My grandfather died on Friday.
He was 90, and it was not unexpected. He'd been hospitalized right after my cousin Tony's wedding, with fluid around his lungs and stomach. This was the same thing he'd been treated for in March, when he got sepsis and almost died, so we'd been here before. This time, the medicine to drain the fluid from his lungs damaged his kidneys to the point where he would need dialysis or they would fail.
Grampi didn't want to be kept alive on machines. Nor did he want a breathing tube. As things grew worse, these were the only options, and they went against his last wishes.
A week ago, we had hoped he would get strong enough to be moved back home for his last days. By midweek, that was no longer an option.
His health had been failing for the last few years, so I am glad to know that the end was of his choosing, that he wasn't alone when he passed, and that he is at peace now. I'm traveling to CT tomorrow, the funeral is on Tuesday.
In his memory, here are a few assorted memories of him from my childhood:
( When I say my grampi didn't talk much, I really mean it. )
There's probably more... but I'll stop now. This week has been a struggle and I know next week won't be better. But I am glad to know his funeral will be a small, private one, and I have the time to go visit. And I won't have to deal with work bullshit for three days, so that helps, too.
He was 90, and it was not unexpected. He'd been hospitalized right after my cousin Tony's wedding, with fluid around his lungs and stomach. This was the same thing he'd been treated for in March, when he got sepsis and almost died, so we'd been here before. This time, the medicine to drain the fluid from his lungs damaged his kidneys to the point where he would need dialysis or they would fail.
Grampi didn't want to be kept alive on machines. Nor did he want a breathing tube. As things grew worse, these were the only options, and they went against his last wishes.
A week ago, we had hoped he would get strong enough to be moved back home for his last days. By midweek, that was no longer an option.
His health had been failing for the last few years, so I am glad to know that the end was of his choosing, that he wasn't alone when he passed, and that he is at peace now. I'm traveling to CT tomorrow, the funeral is on Tuesday.
In his memory, here are a few assorted memories of him from my childhood:
( When I say my grampi didn't talk much, I really mean it. )
There's probably more... but I'll stop now. This week has been a struggle and I know next week won't be better. But I am glad to know his funeral will be a small, private one, and I have the time to go visit. And I won't have to deal with work bullshit for three days, so that helps, too.
Tags: