Goodbye Grandpa Frank.

Well 2010 was going along so well till march hit, them all hell broke loose. On March 8th Jeremy's dad died very unexpectedly from a Pulmonary Embolism. I was at work and got a frantic call from Jeremy's sister at 10:45 p.m. She said Frank wasn't breathing and that the paramedics were working on him, but it didn't look good. She needed me to call Jeremy cause he didn't answer when she called. I proceeded to call Jeremy and tell him what I knew and that I would call my sister to see if she could come and stay with the kids so he could leave. I called my sister Allison and she went right over to my house so Jeremy could meet his mom at the hospital. The charge nurse on my floor told me to hurry and finish my charting and to leave. I quickly left the hospital I work at to meet Jeremy and his mom at the hospital where they had taken his dad. I was almost there when Jeremy called me and told me not to hurry so fast that Frank was already gone. I had to pull over because I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How could this be. He was doing great after his surgeries. You see in November Frank had his entire colon removed because his colitis had gotten so bad. Then in February he was doing so well, he had another surgery to reattach everything from his illeostomy. He was actually starting to feel better, but that night he started to feel short of breath and said he couldn't breath. then all of a sodden he collapsed. The EMS worked on him, but they were never able to get a heart beat back. They took him to Davis Hospital and there they pronounced him dead at 11:50 p.m. The E.R. doctor said it happened very fast and that even though it didn't seem like it at the time it was indeed a blessing. It meant the family didn't have to make some very difficult decisions. So at age 51 just 10 minutes shy of his 52nd birthday, he was gone. This has started a whole new life for us now and as you can imagine Jeremy has taken it pretty hard. He and his dad were very close. We buried him the following Monday March 15th. Jeremy and his friends did a full Harley Davidson escort to the cemetery and that was absolutely beautiful. It has been a long and very difficult almost 3 months. I still expect him to answer the phone when I call, or see him out working in the yard when I pull up to their house, or hear him pull up our drive way on his Harley, but I know that won't ever happen. We are just trying to find a new sense of normal now a days. We have our good days, our okay days, our bad days, and our very bad days. I know Heavenly Father needed him for a reason, but I am trying really hard to rely on my faith to help me understand what that reason is. I just have to believe that one day this will all make sense, but for now life must simply go on no matter how bad our hearts hurt. I do feel blessed to have wonderful friends and family who have been so overwhelmingly supportive during this difficult time. Thank you everyone. We love you!!! Goodbye Frank, We Miss You So Much.