When Grandpa was 27 he had a heart attack. He was told not to walk up steps and to be very careful of his health. But there was no sign ever of there being a heart problem and it was very possibly misdiagnosed.

When Dad arrived on the afternoon of Grandpa’s death, Grandpa who had one time weighed 350 lbs he had dropped to a weight of approx. 130 lbs and he had no longer any conscious communication with people for several weeks and had lost the ability to swallow. As he lay there and we knew the time was close, Dad could watch him as his breathing slowed and finally stopped – but his heart continued to beat 2 minutes past his last breath. Slowed, became inconsistent and finally he slipped away from this earth to that blessed reward for which he longed.

For someone who had a weak heart, it was full of love and immensely strong. Dad says, the doctors were wrong.

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Thank you for sticking with me through these past 24 hours. It’s been somewhat rocky and rough – but ultimately rewarding. A huge thanks to all of my sponsors:

Auntie

“Sindier”

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Elizabeth.

And now… good night all!