It’s hard to imagine that this picture was just 4 months ago when we were singing happy birthday to GK and watching him blow out his candles! If you didn’t read about the big 80th celebration you can get a full recap by clicking here.
Today my Grandpa Kenny passed away at 3:20 pm.
I can hardly type this post without tears running down my face, but I’m gonna give it my best shot.
Although we are all very sad to see him go, we are so happy that we had as much time with him as we did! I could only wish that I didn’t live so far away because I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye or to be there to hug my grandma as he took his last breath. I was just there visiting a few weeks ago and I had the chance to spend some time with GK. He was put in the hospital the day we arrived and wasn’t too responsive when people would talk to him. But, man did he smile when he saw P! He pretty much always smiled when P was around.
He held my hand very tightly and was able to mumble “i love you” before we left to head back home. I didn’t know if that would be the last time he would tell me he loved me or if it would be the last time I watched him smile at P, but I do know that I believed my GK was a fighter. He has battled many different types of cancers over the last decade and he has beat them all. If I knew anything, it was that this time would be no different than all the others and he would come out victorious.
Even though my grandparents lived 4 1/2 hours away we rarely missed spending a holiday with them. I can remember growing up that the first thing I would do as a little girl when we got to their house was go lift up my gpa’s recliner so I could find all the coins that had fallen out of his pocket. It never failed….every single time I would find money. Actually, it got to be such an exciting thing for me that I often wondered if my GK would secretly put coins under there before I came just so I wouldn’t be disappointed.
I could tell you stories and stories about my GK. He is definitely where I get the “Wilson” side of my family…anal, organized, and particular. But, what’s not to love a about a little Type A? 🙂
I just can’t believe that when we go to visit, he won’t be there sitting in his recliner waiting for my hugs. I am not sure how it will ever be the same, but I know that my Grandma is a ROCK and she will make this all ok. When I talk to her on the phone she kept telling me “Grandpa loved you so much and was so proud of you and Jeff and Parker. He is proud of all his grandkids.”
That is one thing I do know…My grandpa loved me just as I loved him.
I will miss you dearly GK and I am not sure how I will be able to sleep at your house downstairs knowing that you are not in the room right above me. I guess now your room will be a little higher than just the floor above me and as days go by I will somehow find peace knowing that you are smiling at P from above.
I will miss everything about you!