This is how the morning started. Every year we wake up Jon with breakfast in bed and the girls give him their gifts. The girls are always so thoughtful for Mother’s Day and Father’s Day, they wake up early and make cards and they want to make the day special for us. Its fun watching my girls get so excited about trying to make the day special.
Waking him up with breakfast in bed and their handmade cards and gifts.
Maren wrote him a poem and she was so excited to give it to him.
Then the phone rang…”Grandpa fell down the stairs and broke his femur.” I gave Jon a kiss and said I had to go and ran out the door. I got there in time to see my Grandpa’s left leg in traction and he was telling his dirty jokes and flirting with all the pretty little nurses. They rolled him into the O.R. and then we had to wait. His blood pressure was really low, which is why he fell in the first place. They said the surgery might be tough, but they were going to give it a shot. He was in surgery for 3 hours and they were able to repair his leg, but that the next 48 hours would be rough for him.
This isn’t where I thought we’d be spending Father’s Day, but here we are.
And then the doctor came in and spoke to my Grandma. Grandpa is doing fine right now, but they had to give him a blood transfusion because he lost a lot of blood. They told her that people his age usually run into complications, but that they would just have to watch him close and see how he handles it. They also asked her if she wanted a DNR order for him…she said yes. Of course that’s the choice he would want, but it’s not something you want to hear. For as long as I have been alive I have lived 10 minutes away from my grandparents. They have been there my whole life and I have always known that one day they will get old and leave this earth, you just don’t want them to.
My grandpa is currently in the ICU with Pnumonia, he is fighting like crazy to get better, but it’s up to the Lord to know what’s best for him now. While spending the day in the hospital isn’t something I enjoy doing, it made me reflect on all the amazing people in my life and how special my relationships are. I love you Grandpa and I smile whenever I hear my girls sing “How much is that doggy in the window” and I think of you and remember all those days driving around with grandma in the car while you sang to me. My girls have so much of your spit fire that came from you and I am grateful for the fire in them. Keep strong and know that you have so many people that love you!