2006-01-24 -- 11:19 a.m. My grandfather died around 3:30 a.m. today. Yesterday morning as my grandmother and grandfather were driving to the pharmacy my grandfather began to suffer a massive stroke. Thankfully no one was hurt. However, during the stroke a blood vessel burst in his brain creating a hemorrhage the size of a grapefruit. The neurologist said that in 15 years of practice he never saw one that big. When we got him to the hospital there it was already to late. There was no hope of recovery, there was no papillary response for all intensive purposes he was dead. Its odd, just two nights ago we were sitting together and watching t.v.. A few days a go I helped him jump start his car. And before that we had some kind of argument. The worst part is, I’m left without at grandfather. A good man that was always there for everyone. My grandmother is taking it the worst though. All of us have different ways of handling the pain of loss… but after 40 years of marriage and being together… how can you be expected to handle anything. She did pretty well. Most of your family took it pretty well as a matter of fact. We just all excepted that it was his time and there is nothing we could do. In my belief, when someone is meant to die there’s nothing that’ll stop it. Now all that is left is coming to terms with what is left in his wake. An economy funeral, the cheapest one they have is a measly $8000 dollars. A grave stone, that’ll only run us about $5000, you know, chump change. Selling his car, he’ll never forgive us for that. Selling the house they loved so much. They were finally so happy to live a house that was so nice, so new. Its rough… although I’ve heard it myself a million times before. Now my tears are dry and my throat hurts from the contraction of crying. I’m done, I’m spent. I’m ready to move on. Anton