Early Sunday morning, Jason's grandpa was taken to the hospital because he had trouble breathing. He has not been feeling well for a little while now, and so we initially thought pneumonia might be the culprit.
Jason's parents drove down to Eugene to visit Grandpa, but we stayed here because we had a birthday party to attend. Also, I admit we weren't too concerned because we figured he'd be out of the hospital in a few days, as has been the case before.
Monday morning, I talked with Jason's mom. They had found a tumor in Grandpa's lung. Malignant.
Monday afternoon, I talked with Sharon again. Cancer throughout Grandpa's body. Two weeks to live.
The girls and I made plans to drive down to Eugene on Saturday. Jason left last night for an 8-day field trip of the East Coast. He hated to leave in the midst of all of this, but planned to visit his grandpa as soon as he got back.
The hospital called this morning: the family needed to be down at the hospital. Forty-eight hours left, they said. Jason's dad--who owns and runs a coffee shop--had someone coming to work for him at 12:30, at which point we would all drive down to Eugene.
Less than two hours later--as I was packing snacks for the drive--Jason called to tell me that his grandpa had just passed away. Jason's dad was devastated at not being there for his father.
I debated about taking the girls down to Eugene anyway, wondering if they might be some comfort to Jason's grandma. Sharon appreciated the gesture, but said it would be best if we stayed here. That Jason's uncle--who lived with his parents as their caretaker--was wrought with grief. He can't imagine his life without his dad.
The funeral might be this weekend. Jason will still be gone. Jason's brother, who lives in Rhode Island, will also be unable to attend.
Please pray for Jason's family, particularly his dad, uncles and grandma. The loss was too sudden, the heavy grief of absence weighing on their hearts.