Grandpa's Gifts

I saw my Dad on Wednesday morning and today. Last night, the hospice nurse told mom he had weeks left. Even though I already knew that in my head, i felt like a punch in the gut. He's not eating much, so I went there today loaded with Tim Horton's donuts and bagels and got him to eat one of each while I was there. I started crying on the way there, but basically pulled it together, shedding only a few tears behind his back to my brother. I thought I wanted to write about all this, but its getting hard.
I just want to say that my Dad got up early and had my brother take him to Wal-mart to get gifts for the A-Team. He got Adam two new trucks...Tonka dump truck and fire truck...Adam's favorite as they fit into his hand! Dad took the out one at a time from behind his back and Adam grinned, grabbed and lined them up on the table. And he wanted to get Abbey a crown, he said, because she is a princess, but he said they were hard plastic and hurt her head....so he found her a snuggly pooh bear lovey...and she hugged it and smiled.

We sat outside for a bit and talked and Dad gave his princess his hat when the sun bothered her....when he smiled for this photo, he almost looked like himself....and you can hardly see Abbey's black eye Adam gave her this morning when his tickling got too aggressive!!

Here's Adam holding his new trucks saying good-bye...he was grumpy...