Averett

Yeah, it's bad form to start a thread asking us of something, and for you not to share.

My saddest day? When my Grandfather died. He had been sick for quite awhile, in and out of the hospital. I was in Canada visiting my boyfriend and of course my cell phone was nearly dead. So I had it off most of the weekend, turning it on every so often to check messages. Well, my phone sometimes takes awhile to register that it has messages.

Anyway, Sunday afternoon when I was headed home I had my phone on and I had 6 new messages. Which I knew was not a good sign. So I pulled onto a side street to listen. First was my parents saying they were headed to Florida cause Grandpa wasn't doing so well. Then messages saying he had a blood transfusion and was doing much better. Then the frantic messages trying to get a hold of me. Then the message saying he had died.

I was a wreck. I drove back to my boyfriends crying the whole way. I felt so guilty that I didn't get the messages. I felt even more guilty that I didn't call my grandpa in the hospital when I had the chance. I still do. I'm just glad my Dad was with my grandpa when he passed. Fuck, I'm gonna start to cry right here at work. My Grandpa told my dad that he loves all us kids, asked how we were and all of that. I just wish I could have talked to him one last time. The last I saw him was at a diner when my grandparents visited in July. I gave him a hug and a kiss and told him I loved him. So I have that.

It's still weird that he's gone. Every so often I'll catch myself asking if Grandma and Grandpa are coming for dinner. It doesn't seem real that he's gone. I visited his grave a few weeks back, and his gravestone isn't marked with his date of death yet. It's too cold to mark it.

Alright, that's enough of that. Sorry I went on so long.

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