Thank you all so much for your kind words after the passing of my Opa. It has been a crazy month. I was traveling for work and getting a few workouts in at the hotel, then as soon as I came home I was told my Opa would be going on hospice. He was brought to my parents house on Monday. I was planning on spending the day Friday but my father told me he wouldn’t last that long. Tuesday was my daughters very first swim lesson, so we didn’t go Tuesday. She loved it…
Wednesday I picked the kids up early from daycare and we shot up to my parents house. By then he was barely able to keep his eyes open, but when he did he registered that me and the kids and James were there. We talked to him and squeezed his hands. He tried to open his eyes and focus but it took so much energy.
My husband urged me to stay the night and at 4:30 am my mother called me down. “It’s time,” she said, just like the doctor said to be during childbirth. We all held his hands and he slowly just stopped breathing.
It was remarkable to see a body so full of life, that contained such a a HUGE personality, just stop. The last breath was gone and in that instant, so was he.
I don’t often talk about faith, but at that moment, I was so glad I had my faith, to know that he is not just gone but in heaven with his wife and they are looking down on us. He is at peace and no longer in pain.
We called my brother to tell him and he came to the house by 6am. We called the hospice nurse to pronounce him after 8 and spent time with him, drank our coffee and remembered the good times.
There was so much to do, so many arrangements to make. We had the wake on Friday and the funeral Monday followed by the mosileum. There was a lot of drinking, a lot of German beer songs, a lot of family. He was honored to have a 2 soldier solute at the mosileum for serving our country in the army and my dad was presented with the flag.
Jimmy sang Ein Prosit on the way home…
I thought things would calm down and I could rest Tuesday but there was urgent things to do at work- so off I went.
Now, finally today I was able to get back into a routine. I felt so at peace and at home when I walked downstairs this morning
All these emotions I had been carrying seemed to be sweat away. I feel so alive and so blessed to have such an amazing family and be surrounded by love and have a body young and healthy enough to exercise. Life happens, fitness is a journey. The best we can do is for it in with the time we are given.