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I haven't been on lately because my grandpa died recently, my family is going through some pretty tough times right now. I find that I miss him, even though I know that he's gone and not coming back.

If you have a story about a friend and/or loved one that has passed on and would like to share a story or feelings about it I'd love to read it.

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RIP Nathan "Buz" Buzdor

Do pets count? Because I have a sad story about my old cat.

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I'm very sorry to hear about yout grandpa, Tor. I know how it feels. In 2001, five days before Christmas, my grandmother passed away from cancer. It was hard, but since it was so close to Christmas the whole family spent a lot of time together, and that really helped.

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This topic is exactly what I need...

I'm not going to talk about it. It still hurts. Hurts bad.

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1. Pets do count, I'm a pet person myself

2. No Jokes please, nothing like "I had this cold one, and then I drank it. I miss it so much *sob*"

3. If it's too painful I'm not forcing anyone to tell a story they don't want to.

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RIP Nathan "Buz" Buzdor

First, I am indeed terribly sorry about your grandpa. When I worked in the nursing home, I was with a lot of families that experienced death. It's natural to miss him, and as difficult as it may be, the feelings probably will not go away for a long time. It's hard, I know.

Starting this thread I think is a good way to address it. And if there's anything I can do for you, just drop me a pm.

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Well one Grandma passed away when i was really little and i remember my mom saying i wouldnt understand.

Then a grandpa (from the other side of the family). i really dont remember much of that....

and then my other grandpa, but that was a good thing. it put him out of alot of misery. (he had alziemers)

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1 grandfather & 1 grandmother died due to lung cancer. 1 grandfather died due to heart failure. Both of my pets are dead.

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My grandma died just a little over two months ago. She was real sweet. She used to take care of me for most of my young days since my mom always had to work. When my Step Dad told me she died when I was down at the beach, I had that stinging feeling inside, yet I wouldn't let it out. That night, I was crying buckets for about an hour before finally going to sleep.

Also, my bird and dog just died recently. There wasn't as much misery with those two, but it still hurt inside.

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My first cat died a while ago. It was a sad, sad day.

Sadness and misery? I've got bucketloads. When it comes to people passing away, anyway.

Some of you know that about a month ago my Nana passed away. And those of you who kept up with my LJ know the whole story and how much it sucked (and still does, actually). As a matter of fact, I'm not even going to go into it right now. Click that handy little www button down there if you want to know.

But one thing that I think I've discussed elsewhere on this forum (although I don't remember when or where) is the passing of my Nanny and Gramps five years ago. It's a pretty awful story, but there's quite the romantic undertone there as well.

My Gramps had Alzheimer's for about 10 years (from what we can tell, anyway - it's pretty tough to diagnose and near impossible to distinguish from just straight-up dementia or senility, without medical testing, anyway) and my Nanny did her best to take care of him, and for years things were pretty okay. They lived in a little town about an hour's drive from here, so in the last few years when Gramps started to get worse, my mom took to visiting them once a week. They appreciated the help, even though for the most part Nanny was doing okay on her own. But my mom would help them when they were going to do their big grocery shopping (some things were too heavy for them to carry) and stuff like that.

Well, one Sunday my mom got a phone call from Gramps, and it was obvious that he hadn't taken his Aricept that morning, because he was sounding pretty delirious. My mom had been to visit that previous Wednesday, and everything had been okay then, so she tried to figure out what was wrong, but all she could get out of him was that "Lillian was gone". My mom knew that Nanny would never leave him alone, so she got in the car and broke all the speed limits getting there. When she walked into the house, the kitchen was a disaster area because Gramps had tried to make himself coffee and cook some other things, which he couldn't do because he hadn't taken his medication. Anyway, he was in the living room just kind of sitting there, and still talking nonsense. So my mom went through the house looking for Nanny, and found her collapsed on the floor in the spare bedroom. The way the room was set up, Gramps would have had to go all the way into the room and around the bed to see her, so even if he just poked his head in looking for her, he wouldn't have seen her. Or maybe he did, and just didn't retain it. We don't know.

So my mom called my sister (I was in Toronto visiting my boyfriend and didn't know anything until later that evening) and Allison came in as fast as she could. Once she got there, my mom called the ambulance (the reason she waited was because she wanted to make sure there was someone to stay with Gramps while she took Nanny to the hospital) and off they went.

It turned out that Nanny had had both a stroke and a heart attack, and had been collasped for about three days, based on her malnutrition. They were both admitted to the hospital (Gramps not because he was sick, but because my mom couldn't stay in Espanola to take care of him) and stayed in there for three weeks. Once Gramps got some good food and medication into him, he seemed to come right back and be healthy enough for an 87-year-old guy. But Nanny was a different story. Her body never completely recovered, and she developed pneumonia. The weird thing is that, when she got it, Gramps got it too. She got better, and so did he. She got worse again, and so did he. It was all pretty bizarre, and no one could really explain it, since Gramps was always healthy, apart from the Alzheimer's.

Anyway, Nanny fell unconscious on August 11, 2000, and passed away at 7am on August 13. After she passed away, Gramps was really out of it, and had few lucid moments. My dad was there for one of them, though, when Gramps asked if Lillian had died. My dad said that yes, she had. We originally weren't going to tell him, because he was delirious, but since he asked, we weren't about to lie. Gramps replied, "Well, you know, I can't live without her." He passed away at 7pm on August 14. 36 hours later, while we were holding the visitation at the funeral home for Nanny, the hospital called. After 55 years of marriage, he "decided" that once she was out of his life, it was his turn to go too.

It was terribly hard on all of us to lose both of them at once, but the idea that they were so much in love that they literally could not live without one another offered us some comfort, and it still does.

One more thing. After we found out Gramps had passed, the first song I heard on the radio was "Time of Your Life" by Green Day, as I've mentioned before. That song is sad to begin with, but it took on a new meaning then. And then when I found out Nana had died last month (on August 15, no less) I turned on the TV after I got off the phone with my mom and that video was playing. I'm not one to get into signs from beyond or anything, but I feel like Nanny and Gramps were telling me that Nana was with them now, that they knew what had happened and were trying to comfort me.

And that's the end of that giant post.

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Augh. I barely made it through Tor's post. I was literally in tears by the end of MHG's.

First, I want to say I deeply sorry about your relatives. A relative of mine has not died recently, but I can remember when two of my grandparents died when I was young. It was a terrible experience.

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Every time MHG posts that story it gets longer and longer (it's good, I like detail)

I guess it's my turn to tell a story:

Well, I guess I should tell you all because you're all going to learn somehow.

My grandpa died at 4 AM on Saturday. I could go into length on how much he ment to me and how sad I am to see him go (and I probably will later) but I'm tried and out of ideas, instead I'm going to post the last thing he said to any of us and my grandma's (now a widow) reaction.

The premise of these last words are that my grandma and grandpa (whom I call Anna and Ota) are that they had just come back to their rooms from dinner in the dining room of their hotel style retirement/assisted living home. From here untill the quotes stop I will be saying it as I heard it from my grandma.

"We had just gotten back from a nice dinner where we had sat alone togther and had a nice conversation, on the elevator ride back it stopped on his floor to let him off and I said goodnight, he stayed in the elevator and said "Where I come from, we walk our girls home after a date". When we got to my room I kissed him and said that I loved him and he said "You do!?!"

NOTE: My grandpa would sometimes play dumb just to have fun with you, it's one of his most endearing qualities.

"I said yes, and I have for 54 years and I'm not going to stop now. Then I kissed him again and said that it was getting late and he should get to bed and he said...."

NOTE: They also speak romainian and I don't know exactly what she said but I have a good guess, what he said was something to the effect of "one is good, three is better"

"So I kissed him three more times and told him that I loved him and he said "You know what? I love you too" and with that he left".

Totally, utterly heartbreaking but at least she got to do what so many people wished they could do after people die. She got to tell him that she loved him and kissed him goodnight, a gift on top of the many gifts we've recieved this year.

My last memory of him was when he was watching my brother while my mom and grandma were out at a docter's appointment, I didn't really appreciate what I was doing untill now. I basically treated him like an old man, not like I would a respected elder but he loved me anyway. I gave him a hug goodbye and told him I'd bring back pictures from our trip to Cape Cod that we were going on the next week.

I still have those pictures, we were planning to show them to him on a computer today, instead we looked at pictures he took over the years that he wanted to show us when where came over next.

Tommorrow is the day of the wake, it will be held in 2 sessions to eusure that all of the people close to him get to see him one last time. Me? I'm probably going to be looking at a picture of him and working on the farm that he put so much of his heart and soul into and wanted to work on even to his last day.

I just can't see him like at the wake, he'll be cold and stiff; not like the man that I had come to know and love. The man that loved nature so much that he would go "hunting" just as an excuse to go out in the middle of winter, the man that so desperately wanted to see me do well in life and wanted to lay down the best ground floor possible for me, the man that wanted me to learn something new every time I was with him, the man that would get so excited when I got idea of what he was trying to teach that he would slam his hand down on the table and make everything on the table jump and nobody would notice because that's just the way he is, the man that did shirtless yoga with me when I was around 8 to show me how to get healthy and stay healthy, the man that loved his family to the very end.



R.I.P.

Edward "ET" Tomkins

Beloved father, Beloved grandfather, woodsman and farmer, Very VERY loved husband.

You will be sorely missed

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RIP Nathan "Buz" Buzdor

PTC and MHG: Your stories have done something that takes a lot to do, moved me to tears. I am a person that holds his emotions in, but I read those, and I could not stop myself.

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sniff, that has to be one of the most beautiful things that I have ever read. I have a story too...

One day, we were going to tennis practice, and my mom didn't pick me up. this was unusal because my mom always calls when she is late. Soon she arived, and we noticed her eyes were red like she had been crying. This was also weird because my mom never cryes.
We got in the car and were told the unplesent news. My uncle (On my dad's side) had passed away. The first thing that I said was which one, sence my dad has 6 brothers. She said my uncle adrian. The first thing I said, and I hate my self for saying this, Is 'who'?
Then I slowly rememberd that he was the one that was always moeing the lawn. He never said more than a few words to me when I saw him.

I'm sorry, I am not up to telling the rest of the story. maybe later...

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Best wishes, guys.

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My cousin killed himself from depression. He slit his wrist, and I was the one who found him dead on the floor in his bedroom. He was only 18, and this happend 2 years ago, so I was only 12. It was horrifying. He was also my favorite cousin. It still hurts to think about it.

That's heavy stuff man, I can't imagine what it would be like to lose the cousin that I'm closest to.

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RIP Nathan "Buz" Buzdor