I flew up late Sunday night (6/7) and rushed over to the hospital to see him as we didn't know how much longer his body would continue to fight. Grandpa was sleeping, but as soon as he heard my voice he woke up and said "MY LEAH!! I knew you would come", then reached up his arms for a big hug. I wouldn't have traded that moment for the whole world. He continued to give all of us little gifts like that over the next week, and we will treasure those words he said for the rest of our lives.
Grandma never left his side, even sleeping in the recliner in his room some of the nights despite her back problems. During our visits we would hold his hand, sing to him, feed him ice chips (he had stopped eating food at this point), talk about FSU, and so many other special things. On Monday afternoon, his doctor approved a move into a Hospice House in Hillsborough, as Grandpa hated the hospital. Tuesday morning, as soon as they opened the ambulance doors at the Meadowlands Hospice House in Hillsborough, Grandpa said "This place is like Heaven".
We got him all moved in and settled (finally at this point pain-free with the right combination of medicines), and it felt so much like home for him. The nurses at the hospice house were unbelievable, constantly brushing his hair, making him comfortable, giving him kisses, and singing to him. There are only 6 rooms in this house, and it was such a blessing from the Lord for one bedroom to be open for Grandpa. Every room has a patio, overlooking a pond and field where ducks, deer, ground hogs, and Canadian geese live.
I flew back to ATL late Tuesday night, worked Wed-Friday then Kyle and I headed back up Friday at lunch. Wednesday through Friday were very tough days for Grandpa and the rest of my family. He no longer had his eyes open at all during the day, and his breathing was very heavy with a gurgle sound in it (caused from the fluid in his lungs). He was expending a great deal of energy for every breath. We all spent time with him though, making sure to say our goodbyes and trying to comfort him. Grandma spent about 2 hours with him telling him everything he was great at in her eyes... athletic, military accomplishments, graduating from FSU, etc. It was so sweet. Even though he wasn't reacting to our words, we all know he could hear us and feel our touch. Most times when Grandma touched his face, his lips curled up into a faint smile.
Friday night around 11:00PM we were all sitting around his bed (Uncle Johnny, Grandma, Tara, Mom, Kyle, Jamie, Aunt Debbie and I) and Grandpa started to breathe very heavily, and the time between his breaths increased. We knew his time was coming to an end. After a deep breath, he opened his eyes- not looking around anywhere else but to Grandma's face. She stroked and kissed his face, while whispering "I love you" over and over again. His mouth started to move, and even though no sound was coming out we all knew he was saying "I love you" back to her over and over. This lasted for almost 30 seconds and the rest of us just stood there crying feeling so privileged to watch such an amazing testament to their 60 years of marriage together. He fought so hard to open his eyes, squeeze my mom's hand and tell my Grandma that he loved her, one last time instead of taking another breath. He knew exactly what my Grandma needed to be at peace with his passing and he gave that to her.
What an amazing man and what a selfless act.
My grandma was INCREDIBLY strong through the whole process and she walked him right up to the gates of heaven...there is no doubt about that.
David Gardner StoutAugust 11, 1929 - June 12, 2009
What a blessing it is for Grandpa to have entered eternally into the presence of the Lord. It's such peace to know that our family will be reunited with him again. Thank you all so much for your prayers and support for my family that you've shown the past couple of weeks. There will be a visitation held at Bright Funeral Home, this Tuesday (June 16th) 7-8:30 pm. His funeral will be held at Stony Hill Baptist Church this Wednesday (June 17th) at 11:00 am. We are so grateful for the 79 years that we had with him. We already miss him tremendously and our hearts are broken, but his example of a husband, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather will never be forgotten.
In lieu of flowers, my family is requesting donations be made to the Duke HomeCare & Hospice, 4321 Medical Park Drive Suite 101 Durham, NC 27704. (Please designate on memo line Duke Hospice at the Meadowlands.) They were absolutely unbelievable to my grandpa during his stay there. Any other donations may also be made to the Stony Hill Baptist Church Building Fund, 7521 Stony Hill Road, Wake Forest, NC 27587.