Life Is Strange, Death Is Stranger

My darling daughter has been with me since Monday morning when it became apparent that all was coming to an end.  George has been with the kids with the help of his sister because he is so busy at work.  I am grateful that we got to be with Walt with little distraction (even though I love those little distractions).  Amanda slept in the big bed with me where there used to be a big strapping man.  She doesn't move.  Walt was a mover.  We woke up in the morning and she decided that we would go out to breakfast.  I hadn't been out of the house in a very long time and she said I needed to "shake off the dust".  Getting ready we talked about her dad.  We kept saying "this is so weird.  This is so strange".  How are you suppose to go from 2 to 1 in a heartbeat?  In the bathroom I went to pull something out of my second drawer down and for a moment thought "I can use the top drawer now".  Then, "no I can't, that's Walt's".  Weird.  I want to clean up his "man cave", but I don't want to move a thing.
There is so much to do.  Do you know how much it costs to put an obituary in the paper?  It's robbery.  Amanda and I wrote such a beautiful sentiment, but it ended up being a very short "facts" because each word was so expensive.  The medical companies came to get all of the "stuff".  The bed, the table, the wheelchair, the oxygen.  That oxygen concentrator has been here for years.  It's so quiet now.   Friends stopped by, flowers came (thanks Pam, they are beautiful).  The phone never stopped (thank you all and I'm sorry if I missed you, but I read all of the text and listened to all of the messages and they help).  George brought the kids into town after breakfast.  We shopped around Walmart for a minute then came back to the house.  The little boys didn't know about their Grumpy yet.  Of course, they walk in the door and head straight for his room.  I followed and when Thomas said "Where's Grumpy?" I told him I had something sad to tell him.  I took him to my bedroom and he said "don't tell me anything sad."  I told him I had to and that I might cry, but it's okay.  I told him his Grumpy had died and he immediately said, "I have something to tell you that is not sad." (Keep in mind, he is 4 years old). "Jehovah will bring Grumpy back in the new world", he says.  And he goes about the business of playing with his new toy from Walmart.  Gavin, the 2 yr. old just doesn't understand and I'm sure he will ask "Where's Grump?" for a long time, but time means nothing at this age.  Madison is upset and I could hear the sadness in Austins voice.  We took the easy way out with the other grandchildren and let their parents deal with the news.
Madison stayed the night with me last night and she slept in the big bed with me.  That will never happen again!  She wiggles, moans in her sleep and wants to be close.  The big bed became very small during the night.  I love her, but with her moving in on me and cats at my feet I was squished.
I'm out of words for now.  I don't even know if anyone wants to hear all of this, but know that right now I'm writing for me.  I don't want to forget a moment of anything, because it all relates to, well, you know.  I love you all and I can still use the prayers.  Thanks for that.