Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Sometimes life comes at you in a million ways. It challenges you. 

I've spent the past 24 years of my life essentially cruising through life. I never truly had anything challenge me. That is until March came along.....

My grandfather was my rock. He was the textbook definition of "grandpa". The one who took you out for ice cream, made you laugh, had that grandfatherly-like fashion. My grandpa would sneak us money for Christmas and our birthdays. He would indulge in the desserts during the italian holidays despite my grandmother's voice chirping in his ear. He loved history, and loved telling stories. He would tell a million stories if he could. You never complained about hearing them.

Then in the matter of a week. After two weeks spent in the Florida sun, soaking in the rays at the pool, going to dinner, enjoying two of his four children's company. My grandfather got off the plane from Florida on Saturday, and by Monday was in the hospital.

I will omit any hospital details here. Because I still carry an anger in the hospital. I work in healthcare, and I know what should have been done- and I know exactly what was not done. 

March 24th, 2015 was the absolute worst day of my life. My grandfather passed away.

85 years old. Married for almost 65 years, 4 children, 8 grandchildren, 7 great grandchildren.
Do you think that the little boy below had any idea of the tight-knit, loving, amazing family he would one day begin? 

I keep my grandfather close to my heart. And two months later, I still cry over losing him so quickly and so unexpectedly. I live everyday to make him proud. 

I wish I could tell you this was the only life struggle that 2015 has thrown at me. But it isn't. Life threw another curveball right at me, back to back. But that will be another blog post and one that will be very difficult for me to write.......

xx Lindsay

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