Every time he sees me, he tells me how beautiful I am. "My little Katie". "My girls" he calls my sister and I, his only granddaughters amongst 7 grandsons.
In his older age, he was one of those men of few words, but when he did speak? The words are gold. He truly means what he says. You can see him radiate when you walk into the room, because he's just so proud of you. So happy to see you. Genuinely happy.
I often remember seeing him getting teary eyed, while trying to remain inconspicuous during family gatherings. I assume just because his heart was so happy, seeing everyone together, his grandkids, his great grandkids. He has that pride & joy that grandparents have. The kind that makes you feel all sorts of special as a grandkid. The kind where you know they brag about you to their friends and neighbors, and show off your photos for anyone and everyone who visits.
My Pop Pop has been married to his soul mate, my Grandmom, for 60 years. SIXTY. They are best friends in every sense of the word. My parents have been married for 36 years. The legacy of love and marriage and commitment they've passed onto generations beneath them is commendable and I'm so grateful for that.
My sweet Pop Pop went into the hospital last week for some serious pain in his back. From what I understand it was some sort of compression fracture on his vertebrae. Seeing him in so much pain when we visited was hard, but the doctors assured us with a simple surgery they'd be able to give him some relief. While in there doing the surgery, they did a biopsy.
Two days ago, on his 85th birthday, the biopsy revealed they found cancer, and most likely a pretty aggressive kind.
My heart aches to think that on his birthday this was the news he received.
We don't know details of how long we have left with him. We've heard a few things thrown around, but nothing official yet. We know that age is definitely a factor. I'm so grateful for the full life he's lived. But it certainly doesn't make this any easier.
He's such a good man. I'm so grateful for all the time I've had with my Pop Pop, and the time I still have. I'm so thankful that he saw me walk down the aisle, and held my first baby girl in his arms at the hospital when she was barely 24 hours new. I'm so thankful for the Christmases and other holidays I spent with him. And all the long sleeved size L Eddie Bauer shirts I bought him. And the way a framed photograph was the best.gift.ever to him. The many, many hugs and kisses I've gotten over the years. I'm so grateful for my grandfather. My Pop Pop.
I may only have grown up with one grandfather, but at least he's a darn good one.
|With my Pop Pop at the hospital, yesterday.|
Ways you can be praying for my Pop Pop if you feel so led:
-Wisdom for the doctors
-For my Grandmother, who is really struggling, being as dependent as she was/is on my Pop Pop
-For our family, to make all the right decisions regarding his care, hospice, hospital transfers, etc.
-For my Pop Pop's peace, to his heart and mind. And mostly that he would make peace with Jesus.
-Timing. Timing of everything. As a family there are so many things going on. I believe God is in the details, but just pray for timing, in general, to be perfect and ordained.
Thank you. Thanks for those of you who have been praying already. Who have seen my tweets, or instagram photos, or facebook statuses.