Crazy f**king night... Here's why. · 8:31am Jan 17th, 2014
So, I was able to get out of work early last night because my boss said it's important to be with family during these hard times. So, I get home, everyone's asleep, so I hit the hay early. About four hours later, at 11 oclock, I hear my mother on the phone with my grandfathers wife. What do you think happened? No, no, he isn't dead. HE FUCKING STOLE THE CAR AND DROVE OFF AFTER SHE WENT TO SLEEP!
Yeah, I freaked the fuck out, same as my mother. An old man, dying of cancer, just ups and takes the car in his jimjams and slippers! I have never been more worried or scared in my entire life. Cops were called, a silver alert was put out, (Which is an amber alert for the elderly) and the hunt was on. I stayed home by the phone in case his wife or my grandfather decided to call, while my mother searched all over places he used to frequent back before he was told he has weeks to live. She searched high and low for three hours, hoping, praying she'd find him. But her search proved futile.
After she returned home, more calls were made, talks were given about how it isn't his fault; that he isn't in any state of mind to control his actions. He didn't take anything with him, except a pack of cigarettes and the clothes on his back, so he had to be coming home, right?
Wrong. His plan was to drive all the way from Connecticut to Tennessee to visit his ex wife (my grandmother). He got all the way to Danbury, which is just outside of NEW YORK! The man dying of cancer and hopped up on medication drove almost an hour to go see his exwife, and he probably doesn't even know he was doing it. Thankfully, the police pulled him over for erratic driving and received the bolo on him, so he was taken to the hospital. No injuries to him or anybody on the road.
Tragically, he won't be returning home. He'll be staying in the hospital for the remainder of his days, hopped up on morphine. Yesterday was his last good day, and I thank God I was able to see him one more time while he was in a good state of mind. Well, or so we thought. He planned this shit out, too. I know my Grandfather, and he definitely was planning this shit. He's still got some fight left in him, and he isn't going out without a bang. This was his bang. So, now I can't get back to sleep and all I can think about is how bad the situation really is... I've been drinking all morning hoping to get back to sleep, but there is little hope of that. I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm watching someone I love dearly slip away right before my eyes and it's frightening me. If I ever get that bad someday, I'm just going to lay down and hope to Christ I die in my sleep, because there's nothing scarier than watching your sanity slip through your fingers like grains of sand. Just so glad he's safe though. This could have ended very differently.
wow......
Wow indeed, that was one serious stunt, and all just to talk to his ex wife, did he ever tell what exactly was his plan? just say a final goodbye or something? I mean he go on huge odisea just to see her. I can't help but to wonder why.
And I'm very sorry, I in part know your pain, my mom dye not to long ago and see her body slowly killing her from the inside was something just horrible to watch and I can only guess how much pain she had.
At least like you said he is safe, and with medicine to ensure he gets the least of pain, death its something very scary indeed, lets wish he go, in peace and his pain ends
Got to admit, this is pretty crazy. Though I'm guessing his medication or age made him forget that he could have just called her or asked one of you guys to bring him to her or vice versa
how are you doing? Did things calm down a bit?