My dear, sweet 90-year-old grandfather passed away this morning. I am beyond sad and completely heartbroken.
Last Sunday, my grandparents were in a terrible car accident. Someone ran a red light and smashed into the passenger side of their car. My grandmother was driving. Both suffered many injuries, including broken pelvises, and my grandmother also has broken ribs and a broken neck (surprisingly, none of which needed surgery). My grandfather’s injuries were particularly severe given that his side of the car took the brunt of the hit. The rescue team had to cut his door off the car in order to get him out. One of his lungs was punctured, he had internal bleeding, and he had to have surgery to repair his severely broken pelvis.
Sunday, exactly one week after the accident, my grandfather made known his wish to let go. He was ready to pass on and had made his peace. He made sure to tell every one of us that he loved us. Luckily, he was surrounded by family and his two wonderful daughters were at his side.
Grandpa was in phenomenal shape for a 90-year-old man. He took walks every day, maintained his sharp sense of humor, and was incredibly aware. He was taken from our lives far too soon. I will miss him dearly and cannot even imagine how empty our family will feel without him. I love you so much Grandpa and I am so sorry. May your blessed soul rest in peace.