“My grandfather was in the hospital last week and while admitted he was having intermittent episodes of confusion. Some of it was related to his mild dementia and some of it was the pain medicine.
At one point, he asked, ‘Have they given me the go ahead to play?’
I said, ‘The go ahead to play?’
He said, ‘Yes, did the doctor give me my permit to play?’
I said, ‘Play what??’
He said, (in a somewhat annoyed tone) ‘Lindsay, I want to play ball with the boys.’
He was referring to my two sons. They are 11 and 8. Choking back tears, I just smiled and said, ‘Of course you can play.’
Now, here we are exactly one week later.
My grandfather was cremated this morning at 10am. All on their own my sweet boys decided to put this in the casket with him…
It says “Come play anytime. Love, Chase and Trav.”
Submitted by Lindsay Marcy