My family has been calling me all day, no one could figure out why my grandfather was hanging on by a frayed thread. He’s only got a few more breaths in him but every one felt like he was waiting for something, or someone.
My aunt made the connection and figured out he was waiting to talk to someone. To say goodbye. Everyone has been at the hospital. Everyone has made their peace.
Except for me.
For the first time in days he opened his eyes when he heard my voice on the other end. We had a few sentences between us. We said what we needed to say to one another. He whispered he loved me. I tried to hold back my tears, to stay the strong one I am in the family.
I hope that it was the peace he needed to go. He’s in too much pain, it would be selfish of me to want to keep him here when there’s so much more for him waiting on the otherside.
We didn’t say goodbye, he simply told me, “I’ll always be there, Kellybels”.
And I know he will be.