So I just found out today that my grandpa is dying. He was diagnosed with ALS in late May. He’s been asking to see me these last few months and we were hoping I would be able to go down in November.
I got a call from his social worker today. She said he’s been very ill the last few days. He doesn’t want to get out of bed and does not want to eat. He has been moaning in his sleep; they said it means he’s in a lot of pain. They’ve put him on round the clock pain meds.
The hospice company was trying to come up with the money to fly me down there to see him before he goes. They weren’t able to, so we are going to try to Skype instead.
I’ve been crying on and off since the call. I want to see him. I feel bad that I can’t go. If only I had saved more money over the years, I would be able to go. So on top of the pain of losing him, I’m feeling guilty that I can’t fulfill his last request of me. While I know I shouldn’t considering my circumstances, I still do.
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Update: The roller coaster is out to get me. I got a call this afternoon from my grandpa’s social worker again. She was with Grandpa and wanted to see if I wanted to talk to him. He wasn’t able to talk to me, but he opened his eyes as soon as he heard my voice. He also tried to talk but wasn’t able to. About an hour or so later, she called me again to say they were able to get the funds for a plane ticket and did I still want to come down. Long story short, I am leaving Spokane tomorrow morning and I’ll be back Friday night.