Today is a sad day, yet I don't feel so sad. My grandfather was in Hospice for a short time, and just this morning, at 6:05, my aunt had called my house to tell my mother and I that Joseph Paszkiewicz, my grandfather, has passed away.
He always has been sick from his constant smoking when I was a little girl. He finally got so bad that he really couldn't go anywhere and had to be on an oxygen tank 24/7. My grandma had to take him to a doctor and they said that he was dieing from congested heart failure. They gave him at the very most, 3 months. He had Hospice come around for a short time, untill he nearly die...on the crapper. Well, because of that, my grandfather had to be taken to the Hospice Campus. Ironically enough, I saw him just last night. He seemed fine, but the meds he was on were making him loopy and dellusional. He thought he was still boilermaking all day, and trying to put a fire. Finally, my aunt woke us up with a phone call that said that he was dead. sad cry . Yet, when my mother told me that Poppas (thats what we called him) was dead, I didn't cry, felt a little sad, but didn't cry. confused . Why? question . idk. I guess it's because we knew this was gonna happen sooner than later.
R.I.P Poppas
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My name is Danielle, and I'm addicted to FullMetal Alcheimist. My gaia name is Infinity Elric. Now, I have a reason for my name. Infinity is my character's name. As for my "addiction" of FMA, its a long story.
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