Saying goodbye to someone you love is so hard. And it doesn’t really matter if you know it is coming…you think you are preparing yourself, that you know it is happening, that this will help you be “just fine” WHEN it happens. My personal experience says that there is really nothing you can do to prepare yourself to “deal” with it in advance.
I lost my mother to cancer some years ago. I loved her. My life is incomplete without her in it. And you know, it will ALWAYS be incomplete without her in it. I know that when I am seventy years old, and something happens…I will think “Dear God in Heaven, I wish my mom was here to tell me…whatever.”
Long story, but I’ll spare you, skip the earlier details.
When mom was finally out of options, and we/she had done all she could to stay with us, I moved in with mom and dad, took care of her, and watched her die. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. BUT…it was also the BEST thing I ever did.
Loving someone means that having the time to say goodbye is a gift. It is the ability to forgive if you need to, be forgiven if it needs to happen…express thanks if it is appropriate…but most of all, it is the ability to say “I love you, and I am so glad God put you in my life. I have to let you go, but you will always live in my heart, because I LOVE YOU!”
I worked ten hour days during the last six weeks of my mom’s life on earth. I had help during the day for mom, then went home and took care of her the rest of the time. I got little, sometimes NO, sleep. I don’t know how I got through it, but the truth is that during that six weeks I never once fell asleep at my desk, got cranky or wept uncontrollably at odd moments. This was not me, it was God giving me strength. Because I am here to tell you, I sure didn’t have that kind of strength myself. Not even remotely.
And through it all, I was (I thought) “processing” the fact that mom was dying. I was “working through” losing her. Honestly, I was working it hard. I went to the funeral home and picked out a casket and worked out the basic details of her memorial service. I started getting the facts of what it was going to mean when mom died (financially) for dad, to make sure I could ease the situation for him as much as I could. I did everything I could, and I was quite rational about it. After all, I was certain that I as an emotionally healthy person was able to DEAL with this whole nightmare. Because…well, that is what emotionally healthy people do, right? Right.
Then, one day, mom died. And I was there, and I had this sort of bewilderment inside…and I realized that although my mind knew that mom was dying, my heart never really accepted it. So all of the “preperation” I had done was useless since my heart wasn’t convinced that my mom would ever REALLY leave me.
Sometimes, I admit, I am STILL not sure she ever left me forever. And I know she really didn’t, that everything she was and everything she taught me won’t go away, and her love lives on in my heart and in my…ME. But you know, there are times when things happen and take me aback…and make me realize that my heart is not convinced that my mom is never coming back. My mind knows she is dead, my heart isn’t so sure. And I don’t think I am crazy, either…since I have never been into self-delusion and that sort of thing.
Sheesh, I didn’t mean to go on like this, but I guess my point is…do what you need to do to make sure your Grampa knows how you feel about him and how much he has meant to you…and that he made your life better just because he was in it.
Not for him, but for you. So you can let him go gently into the good night, knowing that you didn’t wait too long to give him a loving goodbye. Letting a loved one go is more about you than it is about them, in the long run.
Saying goodbye is as much about your own peace as it is about the peace of the person you are saying goodbye to.
I am so sorry that this is happening to you. I will be praying for your peace and comfort…and for your Grampa’s… I hope that is not something that makes you uncomfortable.
My Love,
Cheri