Well, my gramp's is passing. - General

Well, my gramp's is about 82 now, and it's his time to go, he got really sick and they found lung cancer and brain cancer with blood clots in his brain. Reason im writing about this is I just kind a had to get it off my chest, I wasn't really close to my gramps but it's like yeah, he was a dick, yet he taught me a lot. He told me how to drive a tank actually because he was in the Vietnam war. Now, he was talking about he was done wih his life and wanted to die, which I kind a understand. 82 years old, bed ridden, sick and in massive pain, it sucks. But one of the most crazy parts is...the stuff he was talking about, We were sitting around him and he said "Hey, you see that ladder?" We all said "What ladder?" He pointed out the window and said "That one, I am at the bottom and I will get to the top" We looked all shock, because one of the nurse aids came by and dropped this small book off, and it showed all these signs of passing, and one of them was about seeing things. So we all knew he was seeing the ladder of Heaven. But yeah, we all said our prayers to him and wished him a good trip, he hasn't passed yet but the aids told us it ranges from any minute till the end of this month.

Rated heart, because it's never nice to lose someone, even if you weren't very close.

Talk to him about as much as you can before he passes. These war veterans are a dying breed really and some of their stories are really amazing.

I hope he passes peacefully man.

Also, just before my Gran died, she asked why Jesus was sitting next to me at the end of her hospital bed. Automerge.

I regret not asking my grampa what surviving the Khmer Rogue was like.

love the memory you have of him

Hey my grandpa passed away a while ago, I feel bad for you. But you have to think that everything comes to an end, and while things pass, new things arise at the same time. It's a natural part of life. Just trying to cheer you up :(. Like Jimi Hendrix said in one of his songs: "All castles made of sand fall into the sea eventually". I bet your grandad was a great castle.

My nanny just died last week. Hardly knew her though since she took care of me when I was young. I didn't go to the hospice to see her..

How sad :frown: No doubt, someone will be an asshole and rate the OP funny for "teh lulz"

[QUOTE=Carmine3777;26147999]How sad :frown: No doubt, someone will be an asshole and rate the OP funny for "teh lulz"[/QUOTE] you made me do it

Yeah, we've been talking to him as much as we could, even though he can't really talk back, we understand. Also yeah, we still have all his photo's of Vietnam. Shows his tank, shows like what Vietnam looked like, his tank. We were talking about how he tried stealing beer when he was in Vietnam

[QUOTE=crazycory65;26147886]So we all knew he was seeing the ladder of Heaven. [/QUOTE] Sounds like your gramps is getting shafted. Everyone knows its a stairway to heaven :smug: [sp]Its not handicap accessible[/sp]

[QUOTE=Richard Simmons;26148099]Sounds like your gramps is getting shafted. Everyone knows its a stairway to heaven :smug: [sp]Its not handicap accessible[/sp][/QUOTE] Just shut the fuck up once in a while please.

it's tough man. i lost my gramps and my grandmother this year.

I feel ya man, My grand mother went through the same stuff two weeks ago. Have a heart

I was in 2nd peroid today, and I got a text message saying my grandmother died... so... yeah I feel for you.

[QUOTE=crazycory65;26147886]Well, my gramp's is about 82 now, and it's his time to go, he got really sick and they found lung cancer and brain cancer with blood clots in his brain. Reason im writing about this is I just kind a had to get it off my chest, I wasn't really close to my gramps but it's like yeah, he was a dick, yet he taught me a lot. He told me how to drive a tank actually because he was in the Vietnam war. Now, he was talking about he was done wih his life and wanted to die, which I kind a understand. 82 years old, bed ridden, sick and in massive pain, it sucks. But one of the most crazy parts is...the stuff he was talking about, We were sitting around him and he said "Hey, you see that ladder?" We all said "What ladder?" He pointed out the window and said "That one, I am at the bottom and I will get to the top" We looked all shock, because one of the nurse aids came by and dropped this small book off, and it showed all these signs of passing, and one of them was about seeing things. So we all knew he was seeing the ladder of Heaven. But yeah, we all said our prayers to him and wished him a good trip, he hasn't passed yet but the aids told us it ranges from any minute till the end of this month.[/QUOTE] I feel your pain brother, and I wish to accompany you every step of the way. :smith: sorry to hear this.

i never got to meet my grandpa, he was such a badass too, he was in the Army during WW2 as an infantryman, him and his buddy flipped a coin to see who would take point in his squad, and his buddy lost and took point and got shot by a kraut sniper... god damn fuckin jerry are everywhere god damn it

[QUOTE=ScoutKing;26148292]I was in 2nd peroid today, and I got a text message saying my grandmother died... so... yeah I feel for you.[/QUOTE] Oh god damn that made me cringe

Just lost my father. May peace be with you man.

Eulogy-punch

Know how that feels. Had to play pallbearer for my great-grandma this past summer. For whatever reason, I didn't cry at all. Not while I visited her in her "coma" at the hospital, not when I found out she died, not at all. Loved the woman to death. :`( Ya know, weird thing is, she waited until all her family came to see her. Maybe your grandpa is waiting for something significant. Is there a birthday or something coming up soon in your family?

Ever since I came to the United States, both of my grandparents from my dad's side passed away. I couldn't even see them, or talk to them - and I couldn't even attend the funeral, because of immigration laws. And to make it even worse, when they were alive, and when they called, I just gave them short and abrupt answers, because I wanted to get back to what I was doing. And to make it even worse, they died saying my name... And I couldn't even give a little bit of my time and talk to them while they were alive. And now that they've passed on, I can't even tell them that I'm sorry... I know most of you don't care, but I feel loads better now that this is off my chest.

We're in the same boat, OP... my grandpa is 81 (from my mom's side) but he has Alzheimer... it comes and goes, but when it hits him, it's really hard to believe seeing how he doesn't remember anybody [B]AT ALL[/B], like, he goes "umm who are you??", or he speaks complete nonsense (mostly from when he was young)... :/ He trips almost constantly; last time he did, a few weeks ago, he hit his head so hard and so deep he was pretty damn close to cutting a vein from his temple... if he had, the bleeding would have been VERY difficult to stop... So I'm actually getting used to the idea that one of these days he's going to snuff it...:sympathy: [QUOTE=Richard Simmons;26148099]Sounds like your gramps is getting shafted. Everyone knows its a stairway to heaven :smug: [sp]Its not handicap accessible[/sp][/QUOTE] Oh come on man, you're better than that... please don't troll/derail threads when you're high

I was just barely old enough to remember the passing of my grandfather. I've only lost one - my dad's side. I was sad, he was in a freaky sub-coma state and he had all this stuff hooked up to him and his eyes were flicking left, then right, then left then right, over and over. . The doctor in the ICU that was with him told us that he'd be gone within the hour, and so my parents decided that they don't want me to see him die and I was all :saddowns: and said "Bye grampa. I'll see you 'round" and then I had to go. His funeral was the worst part, so many people were there and I knew most of them and they all got up and shared something they did with my grandfather that was fun and memorable. Hopefully your grandfather's passing won't be horrible and he goes peacefully.

[QUOTE=Jaehead;26148405]Ever since I came to the United States, both of my grandparents from my dad's side passed away. I couldn't even see them, or talk to them - and I couldn't even attend the funeral, because of immigration laws. And to make it even worse, when they were alive, and when they called, I just gave them short and abrupt answers, because I wanted to get back to what I was doing. And to make it even worse, they died saying my name... And I couldn't even give a little bit of my time and talk to them while they were alive. And now that they've passed on, I can't even tell them that I'm sorry... I know most of you don't care, but I feel loads better now that this is off my chest.[/QUOTE] Its always good to get things off your chest. FP helped me through the day of my father's passing. Yes, the seething hate filled FP you know, helped me.

Talk to him about his war experiences. Probably the last chance you'll ever get.

Don't, You could scar him for the rest of his life. [editline]19th November 2010[/editline] I apologize, Good luck with that.

Consider yourself fortunate. My gramps survived the Nazi occupation of Greece, but I never got to hear from him about it because his memories were seized by Alzheimer's before I was able to appreciate him. The best thing you can do is be there.