The hand of God…

I arrived into Detroit at 5pm. At 6pm, I drove out of the log with a 4Wheel drive Jeep Liberty. The next 2 hours to Lansing were the most harrowing that I have had in the last 15 years, including Hurricane Ike. I drove out of the lot into a main roadway that had 1.5 feet (yes feet) of snow on it. The storm was so hard that the road workers couldn’t keep up with it. I then got on the interstate I-92 and I went a whopping 35 miles an hour with the Jeep in 4High. When I hit the ramp from I92 to I275, there was a wall of unplowed snow that was about 2 feet deep. I felt that my best option was to hammer down the gas and just get through it. I did fine. The rest of the drive was much the same until I was at grandpas house. A drive that took 1 hour under the best of circumstances, was a 2.5 hour white knuckle experience.

 

Once there I was able to sit and talk with grandpa and hold his hand. He still looked good, although his belly was gettin’ bigger and bigger from the leaking blood into his abdomen.They asked me if I wanted alone time with Grandpa and I said that I already had alone time with grandpa on the phone and I fowled it up, so I would just sit next to him and hold his hand. I loved him and he knew that and that was all I had to say. That was something that I could say in front of everyone.

 

This morning I woke up to hear that grandpa had passed at 6am and now he was in heaven. I was happy, blessed and glad that God got me there so that I could be with him in his last hours. What a complete and utter blessing.

 

Thank you all for being the dear friends that you are. I am not sad so much as happy that Grandpa is somewhere where he can walk fine and has no pain and ailment. He was a very good man and knew how to live life with out all the complexities that we like to place in our lives now. I’m grateful that I’m able to be here for his funeral.

 

I will keep you posted and Thank you very much for the love you have bestowed on me!

— Fizz–

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