Hello everyone!! I have been VERY remiss in keeping you all up to date on whats been going on in my life. For that I apologize. One of the things that I last left you with was informing you that I was heading down to FL to see my Grandfather, not knowing if he was going to live or die. Me and my siblings flew down to FL on that Tuesday (18th of December) and met up with my parents. On Wednesday we went to see Grandpa in the hospital, he had a breathing tube in and was quite frustrated, it was hard to see him like that, because he had swelling in the brain the Thursday before (giving him a stroke and was the reason my Grandma took him in), he was confused and didn't really know what was going on. He kept trying to take the breathing tube out so that he could talk to us. They literally had to strap his arms to the bed to keep him from doing that

. He was constantly asking to go home, even to the point where he would be inching his feet to the side of the bed very gradually so that at an opportune moment (in his mind) he'd be able to get up and go home. Little did he know that if he HAD gotten off the bed, he didn't have the strength to stand up.
Wednesday night they took him off of the breathing tube and we visited again on Thursday. His eyes were bright, he was talking to us, he was speaking in complete sentences and his sentences made sense together. For all the signs it looked like he was going to get better. We did get to say our goodbyes to him and then headed out. My Grandma, parents, and both sets of aunts and uncles visited on Friday, in order to talk with doctors and nurses about Grandpa. The meeting took quite awhile and none of us grandchildren got to go and visit. My parents and Grandma stayed with Grandpa all day on Saturday and left about 4:00. My Aunt and 6 of the 7 grandkids went to visit Grandpa at 5:00pm, most of us stopped to get a drink in the lobby while Mike ran upstairs to see Grandpa, he was the last to see him alive.
We got up to Grandpa's floor and into his ward just as Mike burst from Grandpa's room, "Nurse! Nurse! He's not breathing!!" They were quick to respond and rushed into his room to see what they could do for him. They were not able to do much because an NRO (Non Resuscitation Order) had been put on him by his living will and my Grandma's request. Grandpa passed away at 5:01 Saturday, December 22nd, 2007. I was standing outside his room when he was pronounced dead and Aunt Lori, Mike and myself were the first to enter the room after he was pronounced dead. His skin was yellowish, and he looked more like a wax figure, it seemed like it wasn't my Grandpa lying there. It had a resemblance of him, but it didn't embody HIM. He stood at 6'4" and was a large but friendly figure to all he met. He really embodied a man living for God, and had a higher purpose in life. He was here to bless others, and that was quite evident in the memories offered by friends at his memorial service.
According to Mike, he felt that he had to be with Grandpa and so he ran up the stairs. Grandpa didn't even open his eyes or acknowledge that he was there, his breathing was labored and sounded like a runner gasping for breath at the end of a race. Mike talked to him for a little and then prayed aloud that God would ease Grandpa's breathing. As he finished his prayer, Grandpa's breathing DID slow and calm down, but then.....he just stopped.
Grandpa's memorial service was held Wednesday, December 26th in FL with family, friends and fellow church members. His body was then flown up to his hometown and most of the family was able to get flights, or drive up there for the funeral on Saturday, December 29th. The Cason's have a burial plot up there, and Grandpa was placed in there. I was not able to attend that funeral because of previous commitments.
R.I.P. Grandpa Cason
December 22, 2007