UPDATE...
SO...I called the Home Depot bastards on Saturday...the company that delivers stuff for Home Depot called me Monday, and picked up the item today. The guy that picked it up was absolutely floored! He said they had an item in transit for me...so...I guess we'll see if those asshats from Home Depot did something about it??
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Good luck. I just go to Lowes, I couldn't take it anymore.
Get well soon!
My sincerest condolences, I can't imagine how difficult this must be. I imagine your grandfather did not have a Do Not Resuscitate (DNR) order in place.
Tank: The first pic was taken about 5 years ago...the second pic was taken almost 20 years ago. He isn't 'terminal' as in, he isn't afflicted with anything other than extremely old age and his health is just failing. He has been lucky in life to have never had any serious illness, and at this point his body is just giving up on him.
My grandmother died two years ago a few weeks before Christmas of terminal cancer (blood cancer), she was diagnosed on Thanksgiving and made it roughly two weeks--enough for all the family to come by and visit, although near the end she wasn't responsive.\r
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It's sad, but in a way it's what many people want...a long and happy life. To see young kids die (my cousin died at 26 of brain cancer), to see people die in accidents and the such... you forget that some of these older folks dying of \"natural causes\" old age, or in the case of my grandmother, cancer at the age of 87, the pulled it off!\r
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Everyone's going to die, I just hope I, like my grandmother (and probably your grandfather), have a full circle of family and friends around me as I'm making my final stand. To have a predictable end, knowing it's going to happen, and being able to say your goodbyes can't really be any better in my opinion.\r
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A whole hell of a lot better than an abrupt ending before you should go with nobody there to send you off.\r
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My graddfather died a few years back from cancer in his throat. He went to the doctor just after Christmas and they found it. They put him in the hospital but decided it was inoperable and did a tracheotomy so he could breathe. After a few weeks of having family members care for him he hated it so much and finally pulled it out. He just wanted to be let go. After that he was put in a hospice where I would go to visit. One time he was making a paper chain and when I asked him about it he said he was going to use it to escape. We buried him on March 2nd of that year at the age of 93.