Back to the Delta

Daddy admitted Grandaddy into the hospital via ambulance the night of all the storms in Arkansas....I forget which night it was. He had the flu. The twins and I told him good-bye Thursday morning as Jo and I prepared for the long trip home. Yesterday morning Callie called to say that Grandaddy wasn't doing well. I believe her exact words were, "He is dying." I lost it sobbing in front of Thomas and Elizabeth. I tried to stop because I didn't want to scare them, but they weren't scared. They patted me and just watched me. It was quite sweet. I booked us all tickets back to the Delta. Poor David didn't get home from Seattle until 11:30 last night. I think we slept three hours tops and are off to the airport in less than one hour.

I don't know what the next few days hold for Grandaddy. He has been in and out of consciousness since yesterday morning. I'm not ready to say good-bye, but I don't want him to stay if his days are to be spent in a bed. I do know that he is the kindest man I have ever met. He is a member of the Greatest Generation and helped save the world when he was in his early twenties. I love him and have loved him for as long as I can remember.