Grandpa... I love you

my life is easy. This week was hard.

Last sunday my grandpa had a minor stroke in church, he temporary lost movement in his right side. Church was probably the best place for in to happen, he had the whole congregation praying for him. Then He was ambulanced to the emergancy room in AL. He had an incredible recovery and he was perfectly fine, but they decided to send him to rochester, just to be safe...

When he got there they did an MRI test and discovered his left coratid artery was 95-99% blocked, wow, if they would have choose to give him a artery clearing shot in AL the clot would have been pushed into his brain and he would be brain dead now, thank God they didn't do that. Anyways they decided to have a surgery to clean out the artery ( its in his neck) and it was a simple no risk go home on the same day thing. Never would we have guessed in the 5% chance that he would have another stroke that in would happen. It did.

He had a another major stroke last monday. I visited him in Intensive Care on wednesday, I was worried he wouldn't be the same, and in a way he is. He still has his personality and he makes the greatest expressions. Even though thats a good thing, HE has no movement in his right arm, and his right side of his face, he can only say yes and no, shake his head, and mumble un understandible things. This is hard. His mind is clear and he understands us generally, but we can't understand him, and he gets so frusterated he almost cries. This breaks my heart.

My Grandpa and i are close. I grew up hanging at his house, making rootbeer floats, watching western movies and mowing the yard together. He is important to me, i love him so much and seeing him hurt, hurts.

This part of life is hard, seeing you're loved ones so hurt, and then seeing them so moved with sympathy for each other. My family is not a family to grow closer through a tradgedy like this, because we are so close already, i have the closest extended family i know of and that won't change.

My Grandpa and Grandma are in my prayers i hope they're in yours too. Even though my grandma isn;t the injured one, she's as strong as you could imagine, when the whole church was shaken, she sat there holding her husbands hand, calm and compossed giving the room grace. Everyone looked to her, and knew it will be ok. I can only hope to be like her, but i can;t even dream of being like the woman she is.

I'm shaken and i'm not as strong as i seem. Sitting here in a waiting room at Mayo Hospital, my grandpa struggleing to cough down the hall, and knowing i can't help him. Seeing the toughest man, who has a pain tolarance for so much cry, thats hard.

Most people say that will never happen to me, but if it did will you be ready?

My life is easy, my grandparents lives are hard, and i'm gratefull that God is keeping them safe. They are two amazing people, consistant on leaning on each other for hope, love and faith, i can only wish to find a love like theirs. They took the whole "in sickness and health" to a new level. I wish the best for them and for hope and a full recovery to Grandpa, and unconditional strength to my grandma.

I love them so much, they mean so much to me. They make part of who i am.

Sometimes we hit a rough patch, but we can't give up because we're going to make it through it, undoubtably.

and grandpa, no matter what, i love you.