Elizabeth and her grandpa having a final visit. It took her a few days to completely get over her fear of him. She needed extra comfort the first week and then it got to be old hat to hop in his lap and ride in the chair with him. I wish we had had Elizabeth sooner so she’d have memories of the talented and vibrant man I grew up with. But they made some good memories, I think, despite his infirmities.
She asks about him now that we are home, and tells me she is sad he will die, and wants to know why he can’t be fixed by the doctors. Working hard to give her age appropriate answers that won’t frighten her.
Hard seeing papa so weak. He is still a cantankerous bugger though, disease not withstanding. It was an emotional roller coaster for all. The family received help every time we needed it, a blessing. I wish I’d had the resources to stay longer and help more but recognize I would have felt that way no matter how long I’d stayed.