You may have read my post about my paternal grandfather (Granddaddy) and one of the events that happened to him during WWII ("It's raining...mules?"). I thought today that I'd write about my maternal grandfather, whom we called PaPa. PaPa passed away about 2 1/2 years ago from lung cancer. I have written about his passing in a previous post ("Cancer").
I thought I'd post a funny story about PaPa tonight (there are a few, so maybe I'll post more of them in the future).
We were visiting him at his home one night in early
January of 2010 and he started having a lot of pain and difficulty breathing. The hospice nurse was called. She came over and tried to work with him
on relaxing. She told him to
"visualize being in a peaceful place, like the beach". He either didn't get the
"visualizing" idea or pretended not to.
The nurse told him to imagine he was in
a peaceful place. He responded, "I
can imagine a lot of places."
Mom then tried to explain and said, "Pretend like you are at
the beach". He then, despite
his pain, laid back, closed his eyes, put a smile on his face and
pretended to be holding a drink in his hand. At that moment, especially when he had been
struggling so much with his pain, it was a hilarious thing to do.
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