Diabetic Coma.

So considering the mood that I have been in lately, I definitely in need of a good story. Here it goes, a memory, one of my favorites.

Okay so it doesn't really start out to happy but about three years ago, my great grandfather passed away. It was a really hard time in my life, I was 15 and had never really had anyone that close to me die and I was definitely scared, especially being in the hospital/hospice with him all the time. But now to the funny part. The day that he died, my mom, grandma, and myself had been there all day and around dinner time a nurse came in his hospice room and was talking about how she was sure that he was hungry and wished that she could give him some food and then she said "Well, I'm sure you know that God's favorite food is pizza and ice cream and there is no such thing as a diabetic coma in Heaven, so you'll be able to eat as much as you want there!" Papa had a very good sense of humor and was completely in touch with the fact that he wasn't going to be around much longer, so the nurse felt comfortable with saying this to him. But I thought I was the only one in the room who heard the comment at the time. Papa had been completely out of it for days, grabbing at things in the air, talking about playing basketball in high school yesterday, telling all the nurses that I was his daughter and my mom was his grand daughter, so I didn't think he understood. About an hour later, my aunt arrived and my dad came to pick me up since I had school the next morning. We all went out in the hall to talk for a second and I hadn't really been talking to Papa very much just because I was scared or something? I don't know. But something told me I needed to go tell him goodbye even though he was sound asleep. As I walked in the room, and said "Bye Papa. I love you. Ill see you tomorrow," I heard him mumble under his breath with a laugh "ha. diabetic coma haha." I started cracking up. It was completely random but I was just glad to hear that he had actually been listening to what we had been saying to him for the past week.
So I go home and realize that I left my book bag in my moms car so my grandmother and aunt brought it to me, leaving my mom ( the strongest person in the family, and probably the world at that ) alone at the hospital with Papa. He died 10 minutes after they left. Ha. He knew that my grandma couldn't handle being there so he held on until she left. So like him.
I thought about that randomly today. I pray to him the most when I'm in the need for a smile and it worked today. Hahaha I can totally see him saying something like "Hey Nik. Cheer up. Remember that one time that I made you laugh? Remember? yeahh!"
I love you Papa Paul.



I will surely be writing again tomorrow about something else because I am in desperate need to get it off of my chest. But Ill leave with this, I love Kacie Nicole Hines. A lot ! <3