The Beginning of ife and The End of Life

Yesterday my Grandpa Prestwich was life flighted from Nephi up here to the IMC Hospital. He has a blood clot in his leg. They won't do surgery because of some blockage around his heart but they are treating it with some meds that will break up the clot. My brother and I were the first ones to meet him off the helicopter. Now, grandpa is 89 this year and a old farmer. He didn't understand why they wouldn't let him look out the windows on his ride up here. He also couldn't figure out why he didn't have his pants or shoes. He is an amazing person. He is very tender, and a hard worker. I know it's been hard on him for the last 5 years. He hasn't been able to do as much farming as he use to do. When I was a child we would stay over at my grandparents house Grandpa was up around 4:30am you could always roll over and smell the coffee. I actually love that smell because it reminds me of him. Grandma would always get up and cook him a nice warm breakfast. He would leave for the morning chores. Throughout the day he would come in to the house. I was always afraid of my Grandpa when I was little. I have been reflecting on this lately. It is only because everything revolved around him at his house. I am not saying this was bad. We couldn't eat until after Grandma would serve him his lunch, dinner, etc. He always got first dibs on cookies, cake, and the goodies. Grandma was amazing she would always have it ready for him. We also had to give up the TV for him so he could sleep through his program or the football game. Then when it was time for him to go to bed it was time for everyone to be Quiet. This was usually around 8 pm. This was very hard for a house full of grand kids. I don't ever remember him getting mad at us. Just our Aunts or Grandma saying, " you don't want to wake up your grandpa" Grandpa has lived a fulfilling life. He served in the Navy during WWII, farmed, raised 5 kids, had an amazing wife, and now he gets to watch grand kids (16) have families, see his great-grand kids (39), great great grandchild. I forgot he always had a loyal companion with him. It was his dog. He wasn't strong in the church but he supported all we did and all his kids did.
Last night as he was laying in the hospital bed I was talking to the Dr. I was holding baby JA. He said wow. The Beginning of Life and The End of Life. It was a interesting statement. I stood there with my grandpa holding his hand as they did and echo on his heart. Listening and watching. I was thinking it is amazing, here I have this little one so close to the vail and I am holding the hand of another very close. I wonder if Grandma has come to visit him. I know you may think I am awful. But, sometimes when I see my Grandparents suffering I ask those that have gone on before them to come and take them. They don't need to suffer. Well, Grandpa all I have to say is that it's ok. Dad and Troy can handle the farm and everyone will be ok. If you need to go be with your girl it's ok. Just do what you want and not the will of your children. We will take care of it all. I love you. I know we weren't very close but I do love you and I am grateful for what we do have. I will always treasure the things you taught me. You are an amazing person I am so lucky to have you in my life. love ya Molly