Friday, January 28, 2011

My Hero

So the last couple days have really sucked.  If you follow me on Twitter, you may have seen some of my posts about Poppa.

Poppa and me this past summer.

Poppa is my mom's dad.  And Wednesday morning, he had a stroke.  I'm driving to a doctor's appointment when I get a text from my mom (don't worry, I checked it at a stoplight- don't text and drive, kids).  So of course, I promptly call her, and she's crying, and I'm crying whilst trying to drive (not a good idea).  We don't really know anything, so I hang up before I totally can't see at all.  Did I mention my grandparents are four hours away?

The next few hours were not fun.  Not knowing how he was was the worst part.  Long story short, he had a pretty big stroke, and both his speech and some of his cognitive functions were affected.  He's still in the hospital, and should be moved to rehab next week.  It's a long road ahead.

My cousin and I sharing Pop's lap.
I'm amazed my blood sugars haven't been consisently sky high with all the stress and anxiety I'm feeling.  Ugh.  I guess it was fortuitous that I blogged about loss last week.

Because I feel loss and grief right now.  Yes, I am grateful that he's still with us, and that the stroke wasn't worse.  After all, the man is 92 years old, and he and my grandma have been fortunate to not have major health issues (up to this point) and still live on their own.  There is a lot to be grateful for.  But things are different now.  I find myself wishing that I'd cherished this last Christmas with my grandparents more, because I don't know if there'll be another one like that.

I kept bursting into tears at random moments yesterday.  What will he be like next time I see him?  How is Grandma going to cope with all of this?  We always spend Thanksgiving and Christmas at their house--what are we going to do now?
Isn't he handsome?

As you can probably tell, I'm very close to my grandparents.  They've been married for 60 years.  Poppa is a World War II vet.  He was a nose gunner in a B-29 bomber, but he is the kindest, most gentle man.  And yet, at the same time, the most stubborn and determined person you'll ever meet.

He is my hero.  Hang in there, Poppa.  I love you!


  1. Hi Jess,

    I'm so sorry to hear about your grandfather. You and your family will be in my thoughts and prayers

  2. It sounds like your grandfather is tough, so he's not likely to let this stop him. I hope he gets well soon.

  3. A lovely tribute to a man I hope mas many healthy years yet to spend with his family.

  4. How is he doing Jess? He sounds like a wonderful man, person, grandfather, husband, name it. I hope he is improving and that he is comfortable.