I hope ya'll can bear with me as he just passed 3 months ago. My grandfather has been sick for the past 3 years and in January 2007, he took a turn for the worse. Toward the middle of March, I had taken time off from work to be with my grandfather. Every night I went to my fiancee's house to stay.
March 19 started out the usual day. My fiancee and I went to my grandmother's house to spend some time with my grandfather. We were there until about 11:30 that night. We went back to her house where I was ready for bed. Just as I laid down, about 12:30, I received a phone call from my mom on my cell phone. She had told me that my grandfather had passed away at 12:17 am on March 20. I started to cry. I called to my fiancee, who had just taken a shower, and as I sat on the couch, she came out and I just looked at her. Then she said "He passed didn't he..." All I did was shake my head yes. She told her mom that we were going back. Even as I sit here, typing this, I am starting to cry. We got there and everyone was around him. I had decided to lay on the floor (everyone else was sitting down or out in the kitchen talking).
Next thing I knew, I felt something kick me in the leg. I looked and asked everyone if they had kicked me. Of course they all said no. I think my grandfather wanted to tell me goodbye.
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