Some days just aren't so good...

Carol called me about 4:30 Friday afternoon to tell me she was headed back to the hospital. I met her at the emergency room  right after 5:00. Grandpa was not good. He was coherent enough to know we were there. He would move his legs, squeeze your hand and when his strength was good, he would try to pull out his breathing tube. When Greg arrived, he did try to open his eyes a couple of times. About 10:00pm Chayse called me to make sure he could come see Grandpa the next day. It was so hard to try to explain to him that "he could as long as Grandpa made it through the night". Grandpa passed away close to midnight. It was extrememly hard seeing them doing chest compressions. There were so many nurses and doctors working on him. They tried for 30 minutes. He was a fighter and he didn't go without a fight, that's for sure. When he was diagnosed with Lukemia a little over a month ago, he fought the fight! We could always count on a laugh with Grandpa. We will miss him very much but we also know he is in a better place and no longer in pain. We will see him again in heaven!!