He was a very sick man for the past few years. A stroke caused him to be a mere shell of who he was that I remember as a kid.
I tell you what though, I'm relieved. I hate death, but I hated his quality of life more. I hated that he could barely talk. I hated that he needed to be strapped into a wheelchair to prevent him from falling. I hated that he couldn't express his thoughts and feelings. I hated that he just wasn't him.
My grandpa was a magician back in the day and I hope he's chillin' in heaven pulling little foam rabbits out of the ears of the kids up there like he used to do with me.
Grandpa, I'm so sorry you never got to meet Jackson, but I know that you will know him in your heart. Please watch over us all and remember, a magician never tells his secrets.
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Awww, I'm sorry for your loss, dear, but glad that his suffering has ended. It's no fun to watch someone who has completely lost their quality of life...
*hugs*
Peace on your journey, Grandpa Jack.
*HUG* for you dear.
SO sorry for your loss.
:(
Hugs and prayers sent your way as I type this.
I'm sorry. :(
So glad he isn't suffering anymore.
Thinking of you my dear.
awww, i'm so sorry!!! My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family and especially your grandpa!!!
:( .. I'm soo sorry.
I'm so sorry for your loss sweetie. But it sounds like he's in a better place now.
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