On the way home from church last night, we passed by my mom and dad's house. Ashton asked if gramps would ever get better. When I told him he wouldn't, Ashton asked if he would be sick until he goes to heaven? I told him yes. Because of all the questions, I sat Cassidy and Ashton down and explained what was going on. I knew it was going to be hard but I didn't think it would be that hard.
Got a call around 3:00am this morning saying I needed to get to my mom and dad's. That is not the wake-up call anyone wants. Pop was having a real hard time breathing and I honestly did not think he would make much longer. We all said our goodbyes to him but he is a fighter and he decided that he was not ready to go. His breathing got better and was able to drink a little something.
From now on, when someone says that I a stubborn, I am going to say thank you because I know I get that from my father...that and my good looks.
Grace, mercy and peace from God the Father and from Jesus Christ, the Father's Son, will be with us in truth and love. 2 John 1:3
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