i last had a conversation with my grandfather on thursday, may 22nd. he was the most alert and responsive that i saw him in months. i asked what he has been studying lately and he said chemistry. i then told him i got my first teaching job. and i really love it and i want to be a teacher like him. he asked where niki is but i told him she is with her grandma. that was about it, but i was so happy i got a chance to say these things to him. i wish i could have said more but i guess it's always like that.
a few days later i found out he had a burst of energy, took off his oxygen mask, and said he wanted to go to the hospital. they sedated him with morphine and he's been in that state until now. may 29th. he hasn't been eating, just sleeping. we got another chance to talk to him last night, and this time i recorded the video with sound, unlike last time when i didn't realize the sound doesn't record with screen recordings on my phone. the images are there but the last audio and words i said to my cat, as well as the last conversation with my grandfather shall just go on remaining safely in my mind.
i should know that once someone passes on, they aren't their body anymore. they have gone off somewhere else. what i call Mike isn't Mike anymore. what i call grandfather, will soon not be grandfather anymore.
in april 2019, a month spent back at home, grandfather buried his dear cat, Quizzy. while he was digging the grave in the grass next to the barn, he said Quizzy was his favorite, and he's really going to miss him.