It was the phone call I had been preparing myself for. The call that would inform me that Papa Bud was nearing the end.
As much as I had tried to prepare, nothing can truly prepare you for the the end of a life so loved.
The phone call came on Friday, July 30th 2009.
My mom had just taken Papa to the dr. They informed her that his care would require hospice. The end was near.
Heart disease is cruel. It slowly robs the body of a full life. Papa had suffered for a long time. He was ready.
That night he told me he was going home soon.
Indeed he was. Just 5 days later he would be home. He would be restored. We would be left behind to miss him but he would perfect.
I miss him. I especially miss him on days like today. Hot, sunny days were his favorite.
"I wasn't ready to say goodbye. To let you go, to watch you die. I miss you more than anything, your laugh, your smile even your teasing. Your bright blue eyes had so much warmth. You were the best grandpa I ever could have wanted. Now you are gone and its been too long, since I heard you sing to mama jo your favorite song. "I'll always love you"
-you sang to her, You are my sunshine were the words.
Papa, I miss you so. I never wanted to let you go. Until we meet again one day, I will think of you with love today"
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