Today shortly after 7am this morning, PawPaw went home to be with the Lord.
PawPaw was taken off life support on Monday afternoon and we maintained a vigil all night. Grandmomma, Kristin, Mom and I spent the night at the hospital taking turns talking to him and encouraging him to breathe while watching his vital signs drop and his breathing get more and more shallow. We also shared sweet memories of times together.
I was not in the room when PawPaw passed. I had gone to get Grandmomma coffee. I think that he did that on purpose, since he knows that I am the most emotional of the bunch. I do not think that I will ever forget that moment Mom came to get me from the lobby. It was so surreal and all I could do was run to his, and Grandmomma's, side. Life can change in literally a BLINK of an eye. Never take a moment for granted. We *thought* we would get 4-12 months with PawPaw, in actuality, we got about 2-1/2 weeks.
Coincidentally, it was also Kristin's birthday. We also think he did that on purpose, as well, so we would remember the date (he was born on Pearl Harbor Day).
My sweet baby cousins took it very hard, not surprisingly. They are only 9 and 11. After going home, clearing my head and showering I decided to take the kids to get ice cream to let them talk about their feelings.

I plan to print out this photo and put in PawPaw's coat pocket at the funeral.