A Final Journey: Saying Goodbye to My Grandfather
Taking the train up to Seattle to visit my grandfather one last time was both a peaceful and poignant journey. The train ride allowed me to reminisce about the many trips I’d made to visit him and my grandmother, a simpler time without the stress of traveling I-5. I found comfort in the rhythm of the train, knowing that this visit was one I would cherish forever.
When my sister and I arrived at the hospital, it was a joy to see him in good spirits, despite his pain. Though I could tell he was suffering, I knew in my heart that he was ready to be with my grandmother again. Their bond was undeniable, and I could see how much he longed to be reunited with her. We laughed at his jokes and listened to his stories, even though I’d heard them so many times before. They still made me smile, as if they were new every time, and I could feel the warmth of his presence, his humor, and his love.
Not long after our visit, I was called back for a final farewell. Though he was unconscious, I could feel his presence, and I knew he was still there. As I played Frank Sinatra one last time, a smile tugged at his lips and his feet wiggled, as if he was dancing with her once more in his mind. The love they shared was undeniable, and those moments will stay with me forever.
The following images capture the essence of that last journey and the final smile I was fortunate enough to witness. This trip, filled with love, memories, and goodbyes, will remain a cherished part of my life.
