2003-12-09 - 12:03 a.m.
My grandfather is dead.
He was going in for heart surgery about a week ago. There were complications. He needed another surgery to replace a valve. He didn’t make it.
I just went up there for Thanksgiving. It snowed and I was so excited. My grandpa picked me up from the bus station. He took us all out to dinner at the rail-road car restaurant that my sisters and I loved as kids. We all ate birthday cake for his birthday. I think there still may be some left. My dad said that he just threw away the last piece of pizza from the last dinner we had together. I think the reality first set in when I looked at the eagle he carved which now hangs above my door. I thought:
He’s never carving again.
I talked to my grandma on the phone. She sounded so small. She just said, “Your grandpa is gone.”
My grandpa is gone.
