early this morning. We knew it was coming as he was transferred to hospice about a week ago, and it's better for him now, but it sucks for us left behind.
He and my grandmother were married for almost seventy years and my heart just aches for her. My parents divorced when I was three and my dad raised us, so my grandparents lived with us from when I was three to when I was six and we're so close that my grandmother introduces me as her daughter most of the time.
Poppy is due right around his birthday (she's due 9/20-22ish, his 90th birthday would have been 9/24) and when my mom was pregnant with me, her due date was his birthday as well (although I wasn't born until 10/5) so I know Poppy will have a special connection with him, even though she never got to meet him in person.
I'm so sad my Papaw is gone, but I know he's at peace now. I remember one of the last times I saw him was about three weeks ago and he was in the nursing home and didn't really know who I was. But I walked in his room to pick up my grandmother to take her back home, and I was standing in front of Papaw when he just reached out and put his hands on my belly. I know he wasn't cognizant of what he was doing, but I like to think he was giving Poppy his blessing.
So now we just have a seven hour car ride tomorrow with a return trip on Sunday, so please send me "no-going-into-labor-at-a-funeral" vibes! (Josh is being extra cautious though and programming in all the hospitals we pass into the GPS!)Papaw and I at my wedding