Newish guy here, but have been appreciating all the good advice and posts.
The other week was my 33rd birthday. This was a milestone birthday as in the past few years I've buried my mom and grandma. Birthdays since then have been dull. Few years I didn't even celebrate it other than the customary dinner with friends and family. But, this year was the first being able to celebrate it with my better half. She took out all the stops, we went to a movie, Sticky Fingers in Concord, Bass Pros and Cabelas, and then spent the day out at the lease doing some scouting and setting up cams. It would have been perfect except for the call we all dread getting.
My grandpa is declining in health, and is now on hospice. Current outlook is good. Nurse told my step-grandma that she'd be shocked if it happened before summer. However, what little coherency he has he spends telling others he's ready to go home to the Lord. I've been down this road twice with my mom and grandma and know that it could be any time once on hospice. Especially if they feel ready to go.
My grandpa and I have the old school relationship. One built on respect and shared interests. Every phone call would gravitate to deer hunting within a few minutes of the call. Even though he wasn't all there, when I made my decision to move from TX to NC for my girlfriend, you can tell he was proud and happy. My parents may have taught me how to hunt and fish, but he helped teach me to love and respect it.
I feel horrible for his wife. She's a good kind hearted person, but has her hands full.
If you could find the time to keep my family in your thoughts/prayers, I'd appreciate it.
In other news, his 7month old german shorthaired needed a home so we have dog number 3 in our house. Felt the best way for me to honor him would be to give his dog a loving home. I'll be keeping an eye for some bird hunting opportunities in the future. My lab was supposed to be a bird dog, but ended up being gun shy. I had shelved bird hunting for the past few years due to that, looking forward to getting back into it.
The other week was my 33rd birthday. This was a milestone birthday as in the past few years I've buried my mom and grandma. Birthdays since then have been dull. Few years I didn't even celebrate it other than the customary dinner with friends and family. But, this year was the first being able to celebrate it with my better half. She took out all the stops, we went to a movie, Sticky Fingers in Concord, Bass Pros and Cabelas, and then spent the day out at the lease doing some scouting and setting up cams. It would have been perfect except for the call we all dread getting.
My grandpa is declining in health, and is now on hospice. Current outlook is good. Nurse told my step-grandma that she'd be shocked if it happened before summer. However, what little coherency he has he spends telling others he's ready to go home to the Lord. I've been down this road twice with my mom and grandma and know that it could be any time once on hospice. Especially if they feel ready to go.
My grandpa and I have the old school relationship. One built on respect and shared interests. Every phone call would gravitate to deer hunting within a few minutes of the call. Even though he wasn't all there, when I made my decision to move from TX to NC for my girlfriend, you can tell he was proud and happy. My parents may have taught me how to hunt and fish, but he helped teach me to love and respect it.
I feel horrible for his wife. She's a good kind hearted person, but has her hands full.
If you could find the time to keep my family in your thoughts/prayers, I'd appreciate it.
In other news, his 7month old german shorthaired needed a home so we have dog number 3 in our house. Felt the best way for me to honor him would be to give his dog a loving home. I'll be keeping an eye for some bird hunting opportunities in the future. My lab was supposed to be a bird dog, but ended up being gun shy. I had shelved bird hunting for the past few years due to that, looking forward to getting back into it.
