My grandpa passed away today.
Last Monday, the nurses at his retirement home found him in his apartment with a broken hip. After emergency surgery, it was obvious that his heart wasn’t up to the recovery process. My mother called this morning to tell me they had decided to take him off life support. It was clearly the best decision, and I know he would have wanted it. So when my phone rang this evening, and my mom’s picture flashed on the screen, I knew.
It’s not a tragedy. In fact, looking long and hard at it, it’s a blessing, a good thing. My religious views are muddled, but I’d like to think that somewhere his soul is reunited with my Grandma’s. He was tired. This is not a tragedy.
I still feel sad, like I’ve lost a dear friend whose company I always enjoyed. The world feels a little bit less without him in it.
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what a lovely tribute. Your grandfather would be so pleased.