Christiaan Hovestadt
This morning my dear opa went home. It seems odd to be writing those words. I have been very blessed with not only knowing my grandparents but most of my great-grandparents. Only a few years ago my great grandmother died. But this is opa. It's just one of those sad/happy/holding back the tears kind of days. Sad that, though I planned to visit him this afternoon, I didn't get to see him one more time. He didn't know who I was anymore, but just to put my hand in his big hands and tell him I love him and see him smile. Happy because the last few weeks and months he has been in some pain and very confused. What a wonderful thing to be able to grieve with hope - knowing that he is no longer confused or sad or tired or restless or sick. Now he is in his Father's arms. Holding back tears because oma didn't get to see him this last week. He was in isolation at the hospital because he had some sort of an infection and she had a cold s...