My Grandpa Bill passed away June 16, 2009. Amazing how out internal clocks recognize dates before we do. It's like my subconscious knew.
I had a special relationship with him. Lived with him for the first 4 years of my life and he was like a father figure. I followed him everywhere and sat on his lap while we watched tv. When he got surgery on his foot I sat next to him with my leg up too. When he went to the bathroom I sat outside the door. "Grandpa are you done yet? Come play!"
I used to put silly girly clips in his hair and he'd forget and walk out the door to the supermarket with them still on his head. We were so close, you could not seperate us.
When he got older and couldn't take care of himself, I helped aunt sue take care of him. I was returning the favor.. Cause he took care of me when I was a baby.
I helped get him up in the morning when I didn't have class. Sat him outside on the deck to have breakfast. Got him into bed for naps, and helped put him into bed at night.
I stayed with him when aunt sue had to get out of the house. We watched tv together. Played games together. He even helped me with my homework because although he lost his abilities to do daily tasks, he never lost his intelligence.
I sang to him before he passed away. Let it be. And last night I heard my coworker humming it and it jogged my memory.
Wonder if that was him, trying to say something?
Anyway, I just miss him a lot. It was not a chore to care for him, it was a privilege.
But he's somewhere in the afterlife, with my grandma. May you both rest in peace.