A week before Hurricane Gustav, my grandpa was checked into a hospital due to congestive heart failure. East Jefferson released him once they got notice that Gustav was heading to New Orleans. The next day we traveled eight long hours to Pensacola. By the time we got there his health had declined tremendously. We were forced to check him into a hospital nearby where we were staying. At that point, we all knew that he was near the end, despite our efforts to believe otherwise. We returned home and he was checked back into East Jefferson. A few days later, on September 16, he passed away just a couple of hours after being sent home with Hospice. Watching my grandpa during his last few weeks was heart-wrenching and the only thing he wanted was to be at home.