Death....

My Grandpa Gabbitas died this morning. He fell in the bathroom and took the towel rod with him. By the time my uncle Dave was able to break the door down to get to him, he was dead. From what I understand, Dave did CPR on him, with no luck. When the ambulance arrived, they also tried to resuscitate him, and succeeded. He was taken to American Fork Hospital and kept on life support. He was unresponsive. He died around 9:00 am this morning. I got the call at 8:25, hoping to see him before he passed on, to tell him goodbye, but even if I had rushed to the hospital, I still wouldn't have seen him alive. I cried a lot and when I saw him at the hospital, I knew he was gone. It was just his lifeless body on the bed. Wayne said that he looked so happy and peaceful, the most he has seen him happy in years, and he is dead. I am sad to see him go and regret not seeing him sooner. Now I will never see him in this life again. But, I am happy that he is now happy and with my dad again, of which he hasn't seen for 22 years. I am positive that he is having the best reunion and is in a better place. I am grateful for the time I had with my Grandpa, but will sorely miss him.

I love you Grandpa! I will miss you, but I am happy for you because you no longer have any more pain! Say Hi to my Daddy for me...