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On Monday, March 8, 2021, I walked the kids the few blocks home from school that afternoon.
It was the 8th anniversary since my grandma passed away and broke onto the other side.
I was about a block from the school, and that’s when I felt a rush come through, and it was like some weight was lifted, and the tension I was holding in my shoulders and chest disappeared.
I felt lighter and relieved.
At first thought, it was a signal my grandpa had just passed.
Well thinking about that, it was quickly interrupted by images of my grandma signalling it wasn’t that but warning me that it would happen very soon.
So that night, I meditated on asking my grandma to take my grandpa in his sleep.
Tuesday, March 9, 2021, my Aunt texted me at 10:43 am and told me my grandpa has an aggressive form of pneumonia.
Knowing I couldn’t go to the hospital during these COVID-19 times, my Aunt could as she has been by his side since day one since his stroke that left him paralyzed and speechless and well before that too, of course.
That evening I meditated, asking if my grandpa was waiting for his daughter, to which my grandma signalled yes.
I knew his time was near and had thought maybe it was his time that night or the following morning.
It didn’t happen within those couple of days.
I would meditate, and the whole time was spent communicating with my grandma about her taking my grandpa with her to the spiritual dimensions.
It seemed like it would be as peaceful as when she took her last nap years prior.
Saturday, March 13, 2021, 10:02 am, I get a text from my Aunt letting me know my grandpa is in critical condition.
I knew his long 87-year-old life in this body was time to let go and move on to be with his wife to dance and laugh together once again. But unfortunately, he lost a piece of his existence; part of his soul had been taken when his life partner of over 50 years passed in March 2013.
It was the first time he experienced insomnia, and he couldn’t fully recover.
I mean, who could, after losing someone who you’ve woken up to next with the majority of your life?
So many people pass within a year after the death of their life-long partner.
They lose the will to live.
My grandpa held on for eight years after my grandma passed because he was too strong for his good, as he would say.
I think he wanted to see the family stay somewhat together and stable.
But, for a guy who was still more active at 75 years old than I am now at 34, living the last years of your life paralyzed in a hospital is no way to live.
On Saturday, March 13, 2021, 11:28 am, my Aunt texts me that he passed away peacefully.