Grandfather Cliff's Funeral Part I

On Nov.27 I was celebrating Thanksgiving with Ally's family. Everything was going really well and I felt a bad asking Ally if we could leave early to visit my family at my grandparent's house, but I really wanted to see them since I hadn't had the chance yet. She agreed and so we took off. When we got to my grandparents house my grandpa was resting a little bit in his chair. It was a little shocking to see a bloody tube clipped on to his ear, but I was glad he was at able to be home after having several trips a week to the hospital for various medical reasons. Later on in the night we just sat around with my parents and brother David and my grandpa listened to us talk while chiming in couple words(as my uncle Kim described it grandapa likes to be in the background at a party just listening).

The next day was Black Friday. Grandpa awoke with terrible abdominal pains so my grandma decided to take him to the ER. Right when they got into the car my grandpa started convulsing. It seemed that his heart had stopped and so his defibrillator was going off, hence the convulsing. My grandmother immediately calls the paramedics. While all this is going on Ally and I were over at my parents house just making breakfast when my mom got a call from my grandmother. So we finished making breakfast while my mom went over to my grandparents house. Later on my mom called to give us and update that the paramedics couldn't get my grandpa's heart started. We were worried and didn't want to burden them later on by calling to check his status every five minutes. After not hearing from them for a while(like a couple hours after breakfast) Ally and I returned to her parent's home where we were staying. Later I called my sister to let her know what was going on and it turned out she hadn't been told yet. She called my dad and then he called me back with an update that my grandpa was still alive and was at Good Samaritan Hospital, but was critical and had requested a Priesthood blessing from my father and I. When we arrived at the hospital we gave him a blessing and then the doctor came in to tell us what was going on. Apparently my grandpa's aneurysm in his abdomen had started to grow recently and had now started to leak. My grandma and grandpa had known about the aneurysm, but decided it was too dangerous to operate. Now the surgeon said that that going into this surgery he would have nearly a 0% chance of surviving the surgery. We had about half an hour to say goodbye to my grandpa and hold his hands before they took him into surgery. As they took him away he was still concerned about how my grandma was doing and tried to make sure that she got something to eat while he was in surgery. About half an hour after they started the surgery I left to go see Ally and tell her how everything was going. Later on my sister, her husband, and their baby boy went to the hospital to see my grandma, then after they left we met up with them at their place. After six hours of sugery we got a call that grandpa had made it and was now stable but in critical condition. Not ten minutes later we received another phone call from my mom saying that my grandpa's heart had stopped and they hadn't been able to start it again. This was roughly nine o'clock at night when my grandfather died.