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Life changes in an instant, for better or for worse…
The day before his death, my grandfather drove himself to the dermatologist for his annual checkup. He spent his last evening at home, content dinning on left-overs, enjoying a Hallmark movie (one he’d already seen 17 times) with his grand daughter and her eldest girl.
When the movie ended they kissed good-bye- then waving from the car, shouting ‘Beedy-beedy-bub-bub‘ as they backed down the drive.
He concluded his evening routine, writing in his journal and spending several hours in prayer before curling up in the bed he once shared with my Grandmother.
I’d like to imagine he spent that last night dreaming of his beloved Rubye. In less than 24 hours, his heart would stop.
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He and Rubye built the home where they spent their last 50 years together. My grandfather was an entrepreneur, although he never saw himself that way.
While ‘officially’ retiring from government work in 1980, he invested in a sawmill the same year. Hard work kept him strong and for the next 25 years he was known as ‘The friendly Sawmiller’.
His heart remained strong but broken after the death of my grandmother in June 2019.
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After 95 full years of living, on Wednesday he climbed a ladder for the billionth time and fell to his death.
His death was sudden and shocking.
For days I lay in bed sobbing with disbelief… waves of grief pulling me through countless regrets of things left un-said. Raw emotion took my breath away and I felt paralyzed.
As the shock began to wear off, I pulled up the videos I recorded of them together in 2018. I was desperate for a glimpse of them together to ease my pain.
While there will never be enough footage to satisfy me, it’s my duty to publish & put together the stories I have.
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