Death in the family
Tuesday, October 28th, 2008On Sunday at approximately 3:00 PM, my wife’s grandfather passed away.
He was a stubborn, loving man who lived his life the way he saw fit for better or for worse.
While I was not very close to him and only met him a handful of times, I can’t help but feel sad inside, not because he died, but sadness for the people who he left behind.
I’m sure my thoughts are not unique, but I feel that death is a natural part of the cycle of life. I will die. You will die. We all will die. It is the only guarantee in life, that it will end. So when a person dies I don’t feel terribly bad for them, but for the ones they left behind I feel terrible.
Ellis (my wife’s grandfather) had a wife of 50+ years. They spent most of their waking moments together after he retired, traveling in the RV, they watched television together, she made his meals, he took care of “manly” work… but they built an entire routine around eachother. From wake til sleep they were eachother’s most important person. They were partners in life.
The sadness I feel is for his wife Kay. She is now faced with one of the hardest parts of life (I imagine as an outside observer) which is finding a reason to live and finding a way to move on when the person closest to you disappears. I can only imagine her waking up in the morning and thinking “what do I do? he doesn’t need breakfast!” and I imagine a moment where she giggles at a late night talk show host, only to realize that she is alone in the room.
I guess the only purpose of this post was to put down “on paper” that I feel badly for people who lose somebody because change is hard, big change is really hard, and the older you get, the more change stinks.
Here’s to you Kay… and as Ellis would say “Man Alive!”
