in the very best way.
i wince everytime we hang up.
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my grandpa has been in the hospital for a month now. he must be going out of his mind.
this is the grandpa who was always up by 5, out on his boat, fishing at laurel lake. the grandpa who, at 64, still got together with friends and played music. the grandpa who worked his ass off his entire life, the one with deep, dark skin from working outside all the time. the one who doesn't know how to sit still.
a month ago his lung collapsed. again.
his other lung, which he only has half of, was doing all the work while air escaped. he's a very thin man, and my mom said by the time he was seen at the hospital, he looked as if he weighed 300 lbs.
they did some surgery where they went in and put this adhesive on his ribs to hold the lung up. last time i talked to my mom she said he was doing much better, and that he'd be out in time for the jam.
[the jam is our yearly family reunion where my mom's side of the family, and another family she grew up with, all get together and play music and have a good time. it is easily my favourite time of the year. the second saturday of every october. i used to sing at it every year when i was a little girl. my little brother now sits with all the old men who play bluegrass, playing guitar for hours and hours. my grandpa is always there, with his cowboy hat tilted and his foot tapping against the amp as he plays guitar.]
this year it looks like he'll still be in the hospital. he keeps having these set backs. we're going to the hospital to see him this weekend. it would be so wonderful if there was some way to get him to the jam.
it's so awful to see this happening. i know i've said it before, but he's the most amazing man i've ever known.