The final cause of death was a stroke which caused a massive brain bleed. The doctors said that the stroke probably caused the car accident which then ruptured a brain aneurysm. It was quick and he died peacefully which gave us all some comfort.
On one hand I was so glad I got to say goodbye but it was devastating to seem him like that. He was cold as ice and looked so small. The doctor cut a lock of his hair for me. I remember sitting with him, drinking juice, watching Shirley Temple movies playing with his gray hair.
My Grandma is doing as well as can be expected for losing her 'best bud.' We spent all of Thursday and much of Friday going through pictures, telling stories, laughing, crying, loving and mourning. I am absolutely amazed by the friends my grandparents have made in Branson. There was a continuous stream of people bringing food, drinking, and hugs. The community they live in even provided lunch and dinner for us and any other mourners that wanted to join us. My grandma has a wonderful support system there which makes me happy.
Beautiful flowers and pictures covered the alter. Friends and loved ones told wonderful stories about my grandpa, including one written by his best friend Wally, read by Wally's daughter.
I feel so blessed to have had him in my life for 26 years, but am so sad that my kids won't ever get to meet and know him. One of the best parts of the weekend were all the stories that people told us about him. I feel like I learned so much about him. We even found pictures we're calling the Bond Years from when he travelled the world studying architecture. The service was followed by a party at Wally's house to celebrate Grandpa's life. It was a great time and he would have loved it.
February 26, 1926-August 12, 2010