Granpy’s Funeral

Thursday was one of the worse days of my life....I was at work, I had just got back from lunch...at exactly 1:14 pm. My aunt called me and told me that my Granpy had just suffered a massive stroke and that my Grammy had rushed him to the hospital and that they were airlifting him to Northwest Texas Medical Center in Amarillo, Texas. 
  I, of course, took off work right away. I came to my grandparents house which was only 2 blocks away. From there I waited for my aunt to come get me. When she did, we went immediately to Amarillo to the emergency room. My family got there and we began to wait in the waiting room. While we were there the doctors were intubating and putting him on Propofol, which is a sedative. Finally, about two hours later, the nurse said we could go back there to see him. My aunt went back there with my Grammy first and I believe he was conscious enough to understand what was going on and knew she was there... cause she said that he squeezed her hand....I imagine that in my head....my aunt holding her daddy’s hand...as now his brain begins to shut down...ever soooo slowly.
   After awhile the rest of us went back to his ER room one by one....I finally was able to go back there....I stood by my beloved Granpy’s bedside for two hours straight...I looked at his face and remembered all the things he had done for me...I wish I was able to spend more time with him....At any rate, I stayed that night with my Granpy...I didn’t want to leave his bedside. I was like a lion guarding its prey after capturing it...NOTHING was gunna get my Granpy. Finally. Around 3:00 am. I fell asleep. The next day I got up and went back to Pampa with my Uncle John and took a shower and slept a little to recover from the day before. 
I went back around 11:00 pm. I stayed the night with him there, and I was there the WHOLE day the next day. That night, I was told to go home and get some sleep. So I did. I got home about midnight, and crashed. 
   At 4:00 am. My uncle John came to the house and pounded on the window...my Granpy’s blood pressure dropped to 60/30. Which is very close to death...Uncle John and I rushed to the hospital....I was there that whole day...which was Sunday.
  The doctor came in after they did a CT scan. And said that the stroke caused a massive brain bleed etc. etc.  I won’t bore you with all the medical terms and things, but I promise you. I remember EVERYTHING that happened with him, and I will never forget. Anyway. His brain was swollen from the bleeding and is caused his brain stem to herniate. Which is irriparable brain damage. From there, we knew it was only a matter of time.
   So we waited for my Uncle Paul to get here from Green Bay, and when he did, after he got to spend some time with Granpy, we pulled the plug.  His time of death was 08/12/18 at 18:21. My grandparents anniversary was on the 8th. They were married 54 years. He died surrounded by family. 
  Anyway, since all this was unexpected and VERY sudden. It was not prepared for. My aunts and uncles are struggling with the amount that the funeral will cost. After the casket and plots and headstones and flowers, the total cost will be around $12,000. I personally tried to make them let me help with the cost. But they said I need it for college . I know a couple of them in particular, specially my own mother, are going to have a massive struggle to be able to pay for this. 
  I am creating this with the hope of being able to have some help for my family that I love very dearly. I hate to make it sound like I am begging for money...but it’s the least I can do for the people that God has given to me as a wonderful, amazing, and loving family. Honestly, it shows how wonderful my Granpy was...he raised his kids with the right views in mind. I only ask anyone who sees this to consider....are you able to help us? I trust God in many ways to provide for me. I feel like this is something that God has laid on my heart to ask for. 
So please...if you can help at all...please. It would be greatly appreciated. 
  By the way, the picture of the wallet is of my mom and I when I was a baby. It is the ONLY picture in my Granpy’s wallet...I am so touched by this...I miss him greatly. But I do know that he is in Jesus’s hands now. So again I ask. I loved my Granpy. And I want to help out with the funeral cost...this is what God laid on my heart. Let’s all do this...together.