April 5, 2011 Pawpaw was driving. Yep, 96 and driving. Lovely. He pulled out into traffic and was hit by another vehicle. It was totally his fault, and he was the only one hurt. He had some scratches on his face and 15 broken ribs. Apparently, he had to be resuscitated at the scene. The lack of oxygen to his brain made him age 40 years in the past 6 months. He never acted like a man in his 90's. The day before the wreck he was in the garden getting ready to plant his tomatoes. After the wreck, he couldn't even stand unassisted. He no longer knew who we were or much about who he was.
Charlie, the kids, and I loaded the van and went to see him. Wow. That was hard because it brought back so many memories about my mom. He surprised many people just by surviving. Not many doctors deal with trauma victims in their late nineties. He eventually was able to get off the respirator and feeding tube. I went home after a few days and waited for my aunt to call.
The call finally came October 21. I cried like a baby. I don't have a lot of relatives. Losing him was very hard, even though I know he went straight to heaven. Salvation of his family was a priority for him. Again, we loaded up the van and drove to Birmingham. We drove on Sunday and crashed at the hotel. The visitation was Monday, the funeral was on Tuesday, and we came back home on Wednesday.
There were many extended family members that I got to meet. I heard more about my grandmother who passed away in 1971 than I have ever heard about her. Awesome! My family tree is getting more completely and accurately full. There were also a few people visiting who attended the church that I attended. They got to see E who is the same age I was when I lived in Birmingham. She liked being told she looked like me.
I need to end this before it becomes a book.
Hug your family members. They won't be there forever. Jimmy Goode was 97. He had 2 children, 4 grandchildren, 15 great-grandchildren, and 1 beautiful legacy.