An old photograph of my grandfather and I
On Friday, my mom called me to tell me that my maternal grandfather had passed away. I was so close to my grandfather. I’ve called him “Pawpaw” since I was a child. He raised me (with my grandmother and mom) from a newborn baby until I was 18 years old. He was the father figure in my life, and I’m going to miss him a lot.
He was 87 years old when he passed. He lived a long life.
I’ve been crying for him. There’s so many things that I wished I would have done differently in his last months alive, but I didn’t foresee this happening at all anytime soon. He was a strong, old man. I wish I would have saw him face to face and told him that I loved him. I just hope he knew how much I did. He died alone — without any family near.
He’d suffered from alzheimer’s and seizures for a while, but now his mind is at peace.
I’ve been feeling bad every since Friday when I found out. My head’s been fucked up, and I think I might have an ear infection. I’ve been having really bad headaches. I woke up on Saturday with my bottom, left teeth hurting. Later on it bounced to my left ear, behind my left eye, and on the left side of my head. Now it’s just been in my left ear and in my left temple. No Aleve or Motrin will relieve the pain. It’s finally trying to subside now. If it continues on though, I will be going to Urgent Care.