It's been awhile, that I know.
I've avoided you. This. Blogging. Writing. Venting. Sharing.
There is no easy way to say this. No way of sugar coating this.
I sit here writing, watching a man, who taught me many life lessons, loved me unconditionally, and provided so many amazing memories... cling to life.
My Pop-Pop, is currently on hospice at home with his family, and it's more than painful to bear.
I can't believe that this is happening.
I thought he would live forever.
And the even harder part?
Watching the love of his life's heart break, all while taking the absolute best and tenderest care of him.
The good part?
He's home, in NJ, with all of us. That we all got to see him before it got worse. That he occasionally smiles and gives us the "pop" wink. That I can hold his hand, tell him I love him, and feed him some ice cream.
What I don't understand... Why I can't keep him? I mean, I do understand, but I don't want to accept it.
What I've learned so far... I have a VERY strong, loving, and supportive family. I couldn't be more proud of how we have all rallied and "held hands" through this all. It is not going to get easier, BUT, I think that it is safe to say that we all know we will not take this journey alone. Not. One. Step.
This is all that I can write right now. Please bear with me. I'm shot. We all are. But, it's for a great cause. The best cause...