I will never forget when I was little, probably 6 or 7, my grandpa took me fishing one day. Early that morning, we went up to Mr Bass (in Skiatook) and got a bunch of bait (minnows) and headed to Skiatook Lake with his little boat. We went out on the lake for what seemed like hours and hours. I don't remember if we actually caught anything or not - I don't think I did - but it was a great day.
About 3 or 4 years ago, he told me he wanted to go one more time with me and my little cousin (she will be 11 in a couple weeks) and she's told me many times she wanted to go "fishing with grandpa".....I just kept saying "we will when I'm off and there's good weather."
Last year on Christmas, I was sitting in the living room, just me and grandpa, and he told me he wanted to try to take my grandma out to Nevada to see her sister. He said "I think we both know it'll probably be the last trip I take." I just shook my head and said something like "geeze grandpa, way to ruin the spirit of today" or something close to that.....
It breaks my heart to know that he was right.
The last couple months grandpa has been getting sicker and sicker. Earlier this week we learned that he has had small strokes and apparently a mild case of Parkinson's which has become more evident now that he is not working. Yesterday we found out that he probably has some form of cancer but they don't know exactly what kind until they run more tests.
There is a lot more going on but I don't feel like sharing it. I just don't want him to suffer and I want my grandma to be okay. I'm sad that we never got to take another fishing trip. He's too weak to go on one now.
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