The next letter Evaline would recieved would be from her father's butler. He wrote of Grover's condition and how it had gotten worse. The doctor did not expect him to live out the week. With that, Evaline left that very night. She hugged her husband and children goodbye with such a heavy heart. Looking at her boys, and especially Mycroft, she thought of how they would never truly know their grandfather and the type of man he was. How much he loved his family and would do anything for them. They would never truly feel that love. It broke her heart the more she thought on it.
When she arrived at her father's house in Newcrest, she could hardly recognize the man that laid before her. Grover had paled so much since last year. His breathing, so raggid and hoarse, made Eva flinch. Yet, despite his condition, Grover smiled filled the entire room once he saw his daughter. His only daughter, his eldest child.
Eva was there until his last breath. When the first sparks of morning shone through the windows, Eva was exhausted. Seeing her father cling to this life was more than she could handle, yet she remained to soothe his soul along. In his last moments, she leaned in close and whispered, "You can go Papa. Go be with Mother."
And just like that, Grover Stanfield was gone. All of a sudden, Evaline was ten years old again and she had just been told that her mother, who was giving birth to her baby brother, had died.
Grover Stanfield was 49 years old when he died on December 2, 1894. He is survived by his two children, Irving Stanfield and Evaline Baudelaire, and two grandchildren, Sylas and Mycroft. He succumbed to his illness of pneumonia.
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