When the phone range before I left for work yesterday, I was pretty sure I already knew what it was going to be about. Phone calls that early in the morning never bode well! And I was right. My grandpa passed away in his sleep on Monday night, or early hours of Tuesday morning really. My emotions about it are a bit mixed, to be honest. It’s sad of course. Knowing I’ll never see him again really isn’t nice. But on the other hand, we’ve known it was coming for a while, and in many ways it’s a relief to no longer be waiting for the call. Also, towards the end he had no quality of life… he was sleeping a lot, on a tonne of painkillers that made him confused most of the time, and he hadn’t been able to eat or drink for days. And we can take some comfort in the fact that he lived to experience his 80th birthday (and was still doing relatively well at that point) – the milestone he kept saying he wanted to reach.
The funeral is on Monday, so I’m flying over on Sunday (alone this time – Jan has meetings on Monday and Tuesday that he can’t get out of), so things might be a bit quiet around here for the next few days. I’ll be back soon though.
RIP grandpa. Forever in our hearts.