On Monday, August 13, 2012 my Little Lovebug, Big Daddy Lovebug and I rode to the airport - our Disney Vacation was finally here! We checked our luggage and headed over the food court to get something to eat at Cheeburger Cheeburger. Exactly 15 minutes before our flight was to depart, we got a phone call from my brother saying that my Poppop Ben (my Little Lovebug's namesake) had passed away.
Because traveling isn't stressful enough, we called my brother, who picked us up at once. The story that came to be known is this: He had been sick for a while and pretty much knew he wouldn't be around much longer (even gave all his grandchildren a very generous gift last Christmas because he felt it would be his last.) The morning of the 13th, he wasn't feeling well, so my uncle (who Poppop had been staying with along with my aunt) called the doctor who suggested he be taken to the hospital. They sent an ambulance to take him and my grandfather insisted on walking onto the ambulance. My uncle offered to ride with him, but changing his decision, took his car instead and followed behind the ambulance. My grandfather passed away in the ambulance.
The days that followed were a blur of arranging babysitters, rearranging our travel plans, sitting in a funeral home, faking smiles and saying a very painful goodbye.
Poppop Ben was one of the greatest people I will ever know. He was warm, sensitive, giving - a truly wonderful man. Please visit his page to leave your condolences.
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