My Poor Grandpa

Morfar, my grandpa

The hardest part about this whole situation has been dealing with my grandfather. He’s absolutely beside himself.

All he does it sits in his chair and sobs. He’s said over a dozen times, “I miss Mormor. I miss her so much. I will never see her again.”

My sis and I take turns sitting with him and just holding his hand. Every couple minutes he breaks down crying. It’s absolutely heartbreaking. Someone called the house this morning around 6:30am and since then he was in bed all morning crying and moaning.

My grandma is going to be cremated, so we’re having a small memorial service next Saturday. The future is so uncertain now given my grandfather’s condition (mentally and physically). We honestly don’t know what we’re gonna do at this point.

On a different note, I’d like to thank everyone for their kind words and condolences. It means so much to me and my family. We’re going through a hard time, a little bit harder than two years ago I think.