Two years ago we were not prepared for the craziness and trauma of this week. I went to bed Sunday night (it would have been the 5th) thinking my doctor's appointment for Chase was going to be good, I was going to go to Parker afterwards, and I was going to have a pretty decent day. I was not ready for the text I got from my sister at 4:30 in the morning on the 6th.
"Mike is gone."
He had been battling cancer for years. We knew it was coming, we knew it would be soon. I wasn't ready for that morning, though.
I went to my doctor's appointment, and asked them to speed me through since there had been a death in my family. And they obliged. Until I got jolted to a halt.
"We are going to induce you tonight. Chase may be too big to pass through the birth canal if we wait any longer. We are looking at a ten pound baby." Uh. Wait. What?
The last thing Mike said to me was, "I hope we go together," as he rubbed my belly only a few days prior. That little stinker.
Two years has flown by. And as I sit here, I can't help but think about life and death, and what happens after. Some say you go right to heaven or hell, others say you sleep until the 2nd coming, there are those that think you are reincarnated, and even a few who believe you don't really go anywhere. I guess it all depends on what you believe.
I like to think that Mike is still here. He's still watching over Chase, that Mike is his guardian angel. I mean, no one else in our family was left-handed or had the hiccups that bad. The crazy part being Mike wasn't blood related to any of us. But he was still Chase's grandpa. Skylar is also favoring her left hand (though hiccups aren't too much of a problem).
Mike knew about Chase, and I like to think that when Chase stalled during birth, he was meeting his grandpa. And I know that Mike would have been so excited to meet Skylar. He would have spoiled her rotten just like the rest of us. He would have taught them golf, taught them every song in the universe (because that man knew them ALL, I swear), showed them cool science tricks, and how to watch a football game in style. He would have made them laugh and giggle with stupid jokes. He would have told embarrassing stories about me and laughed while I turned red.
He would have been awesome.
But I still believe he hasn't gone far. He still sees his grandchildren. He still visits. He still hugs them goodnight, and tucks them in at night. He kisses their cheeks just before they wake up and watches them play.
Is it true? I don't know. I won't know until I die. None of us will. But, it makes me smile to think that Mike is still here...