I woke up yesterday morning with the WORST sinus pressure and post-nasal drip. It literally came out of no where, and all day I thought about using that as an excuse to take a rest day.
Then I spoke to my mom on the phone and she let me know my grandfather is being admitted to hospice. He has lived a long and healthy 90 years on this earth, but he says now he is just tired. He has a strong faith, misses my grandmother a lot and says he is ready to be reunited with her.
As sad as it is for my family, I think this is the best that we can all hope for — to live a long and satisfying life, and to be at peace when our time comes.
As much as I have known this moment was coming since last December when his health started going downhill slowly, I still just really needed a good workout in to even out my emotions.
I ended up doing three miles at moderate pace and a bunch of chest, shoulders, bicep and core work. All in all I felt like it was a productive use of time, and a good therapy session.
When I was younger my grandfather and I would spend hours each day in the pool during the summer. We would sit on the steps and cycle our legs pretending that we were in the tour de france. Then in the afternoons after lunch we would go for a walk around the neighborhood.
My family doesn’t have any athletes, or even people who like to work out. But my grandfather loved being active, even if in small ways.
This weekend when I jump in the pool I may just need to complete one last tour de france.
What is one of your favorite childhood memories? Did you make up and play fun little pool games at all?