I had my interview today for the census position. The interview was at a house in town near my grandpa's house. On my way to the interview I passed my mom, she smiled at me. Unusual to see her mid-day Friday driving. I assumed she was visiting him or something had come up and he was in the hospital again. He was in the hospital for 8 days and came home at the beginning of April for congestive heart failure.
I did the interview not thinking much about my mom or grandpa. It went well. I then come home and see both of my parents parked in the driveway. Again unusual because it was just after 2pm on a Friday. I knew that it must have had something to do with my grandpa at this point.
I ask my brother what's up and he wouldn't say. I ask if it has something to do with grandpa and he says yes. I ask him if he knows what it is and he tells me that he died. I didn't even believe him at first and turn to go talk to my parents and on the way realize he must be telling the truth. I see my parents and immediately start crying and run into my mom's arms. She cries and tells me he is in a better place now, with his wife.
He was my dad's dad, my last grandparent. He was 80 years old and 1 month.
My dad was the one that found him. I don't know what will happen now. He lived alone with a small dog. My dad has 2 brothers and 1 sister. There are 11 grandchildren. My dad has the horrible job of calling his siblings and informing them. He met with the police and the coroner today already. I think these next few days are going to be hard.
My grandpa lost his hearing when he was 9 years old. He learned sign language with my grandma and made me love the language. I am still going to continue my ASL learning. When my brother found out he passed away he told my mom that he will be able to hear now.