A very sad event happened just about 3 hours ago. My grand father died.
Last night I was at my girlfriend's laying in her bed relaxing her head on my shoulder when I get a phone call. I saw it was a call from home so I took it and my mom told me that if I wanted to see my grand father for the last time I had to come back home right away and we'd leave to see him in Quebec city (I live in Montreal so it's a 3h ride). We leave around 11 and get there somewhere close to 2 AM. As soon as I heard my mom on the phone telling me those words I couldn't control it I cried. Once we're all at the hospital (mom, dad, sister and myself) we urge to his room and we find him in the bed with the oxygen and all the tubes (sorry I don't know the words in English) and my grand mother, my GF's brother and sister are all there with him. We enter the little room and we stay with him until 5L55 AM. We all cried a lot but my dad and grand mother both didn't cry that much which surprised me because it's his son & wife. They were both very strong but the strongest man was still my grand father who was fighting to remain alive even though he said that he would stop fighting. For the past 6 years he's had 2 heart attack, 1 bridge (whatever you call those where they replace the heart veins with other one's in the body) 2 cancers and now his 2nd pneumonia. He knew it was the end and he told his wife that he didn't want to be saved to be unable to do what he likes after that. So at 5:55 AM we all leave the hospital but my mother who wanted to stay with him and call us if anything happens. As we get into the car I open my cellphone and look at the time. It was exactly 6 AM. We get to my grand mother's house, I take off my lenses and lay down on the couch to try to sleep (even though I couldn't). Just a few minutes later the phone rings. I jump and go staight to the bath room without questioning myself and put my lenses on (took about 30 seconds) I run upstairs and I'm told that my mother called (which I knew it was already without being told) so we go back to the hospital as fast as ;possible. I run to the stairs go up the 3 levels, run to the room. I get there first (followed by the other 3 that got there just a minute after me) we're about to get dressed to go in the room but then my mother opens the door and says don't bother come inside fast. As we all get in the room I look at him then at the monitor and see the heart rate : 0
I start crying as his heart beat for the very last time showing the number 17 then 0 again.
We stay in the room for a bit then leave so they can change his clothes, etc.
Then we go back to his room for the very last time. I «flattered» (sorry dont know the word) him for about an hour then we knew we couldn't stay there forever. My mother said let's leave so I «try« (too much emotion) to say alright but I couldn't. As I open the door I turn back and kiss my grand father on the forehead for the last time and this would be the last time I would touch him.
A very sad day for me and my familly. The strongest man of all died earlier this morning leaving his wife and his son behind him along with the rest of the people who loved him.
I also chose the wrong moment (on my way to Quebec to see my grand father) to announce my girlfriend that I'd be working abroad (like away) for the whole summer so we would only see each other 2 weeks during the whole 3 months (3 months and a half) that I'd be there
You may rest in peace you will never be forgiven !
im sorry to hear that, and i know what you feel cause i lost my grand father when i was 6 y/o