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Mircea Neacsu wrote:
he must have done many good things
He did some good, but more often than not you'd rather tape his mouth shut
Like that time I took my parents and grandparents out for dinner to celebrate I started my own company and he "jokingly" told the waiter (and the two tables next to us) "he's paying from his welfare check." (my mom was well pissed about that one!)
And that time he told my 40+ year old childless boss "if you don't know how it's done I'll come and demonstrate it for you!"
The man just had to talk and it didn't really matter what he said as long as he could move his mouth... Got worse with age too.
More importantly, he loved his kids and grand kids (and grand grand kids!) unconditionally and when we were younger he took us out for fishing and other trips or he brought us small gifts because he thought we'd like it and he'd play with us, often too harshly, making us cry, yet we kept coming back for more
Good times, forever gone (I guess they already were, but this makes it very final)
Sorry to hear that this time has come and finally you are here.
It sounds like you were also so very fortunate to be close to Grandpa. I cherish that time and will forever go out of my way with my sister's kids in the hope I can leave something so precious in their lives.
I got along with Mum's Dad like a house on fire. I suspect that if my whole family
were the same age and able to interact as equal peers, we'd have been great buddies.
Same lust for billion+ scoville-rated chilli, interest in art, knack for looking at the world
upside-down backwards through a telescope and sense of humour.
Unfortunately I'm afraid, if the two of us had been present for each of the jokes you mentioned, we'd have been killing ourselves laughing.. (Probably each be secretly miffed we hadn't thought of any zingers nearly as good ourselves. )
Some time after his passing Mum shared a remark she'd either overheard or had relayed to her. It's not as good as your Grandpa's material, but still plenty of fun.
"Hey! Careful... It still works ya know!"
Doing something or other, the nurse had made glancing contact with her elbow or the tray as she reached across the middle of the bed.
I'm an atheist, but raised Catholic. Burning candles doesn't do anything, but still, at these moments I do. Nothing else we can, but also cannot ignore the words of a believing grandma - a small light in darkness, is hope.
Sander Rossel wrote:
You can pray for Han Bruinsma
Will do, in his name.
And science may make you and me non believers.. even if no one listening, it's at least an ode. And that, I can at least give.
Bastard Programmer from Hell
"If you just follow the bacon Eddy, wherever it leads you, then you won't have to think about politics." -- Some Bell.
The enormity of someone leaving this life - I find it incomprehensible. A reminder of the helplessness of our existence.
I'm not sure if I was lucky or not - my older loved ones went comparatively suddenly. It was more in the form of a telephone call that they were gone - yet the day before it wasn't in anyone's mind. Only, in my experience, my father passed slowly ending with a couple of days in hospice.
We are all on that great march . . . first, into life and then, oblivion.*
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart, weighing all things in the balance of reason?
Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful?
As my grandpa was admitted to the hospital last week.
He got COVID from one of his friends (he wasn't one to stay inside), but ultimately he was committed because he was dehydrated and got some urinary tract infection, which also messes with his brain.
He was dehydrated because apparently he couldn't feel when he had to pee anymore and peed his pants, so not drinking === not peeing, which sounded about right in his head.
To make matters worse, he had a heart attack last Friday.
Got a call on Saturday that it might be his last day.
He's still alive though, so I'm going to say my goodbyes tonight in case he doesn't make it, which currently seems like the most likely option.
He's on oxygen, but he's also delirious and keeps pushing away the oxygen, so they're keeping him under the weather with sedatives.
He can't talk, but he probably registers company and knows his family is there.
The good news is that they haven't given up on him yet.
Also, this is my grandpa and he's survived four heart attacks already, bypass surgery and a cerebral infarction, so he's about the strongest person I know.
If he dies before next week I think he just didn't turn 88.
"the debugger doesn't tell me anything because this code compiles just fine" - random QA comment
"Facebook is where you tell lies to your friends. Twitter is where you tell the truth to strangers." - chriselst
"I don't drink any more... then again, I don't drink any less." - Mike Mullikins uncle
It might sound really tough but please think about it.
If he still has a good % of getting good if he survives this, then fight with everything you and he have. But if not... be prepared to just say good bye and let him go.
And yes, I know what it is... we confronted such a decission when my mother got in a similar situation. She had already suffered enough the last couple of years and the perspective of being still bad and connected 100% to a machine delaying the inevitable... that was something she had already told several times she wouldn't like it, so when the time came, we respected her whishes and asked the doctors to only assist her to be in peace... she was gone in less than 30 hours.
The worst thing for me was I didn't manage to say good bye personally because my flight arrived 6 hours too late.
It was hard, but I still think we did the correct thing.
If something has a solution... Why do we have to worry about?. If it has no solution... For what reason do we have to worry about?
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