Three years ago today my grandfather passed away. It was the day after Father’s Day 2002. My grandma called the house at 5:30am giving us the news, I had been up most of the night; but my mom was just about to leave for work so she got to the phone first. I knew right away what happened.
On Father’s Day I can’t remember if we picked my grandma up to take her to the nursing home or if she was already there…I suspect the latter since it was so late in the day. On our way to the home we stopped at McDonald’s and picked up a small ice cream; one of his favorites. When we got there my aunt and her sister were feeding him dinner; the ice cream would have to wait. He didn’t look good though; just a few days before he had looked the best we’d seen him in months. He was out of it enough that when we finally left I didn’t say goodbye.
I’ve regretted that last inaction for three years now.