My grandfather passed away this morning, maybe last night, I am not really sure, and the specific time is irrelevant. What matters is that he is gone. I know he is no longer in pain, and that is really what I think he wanted. I have known it was coming for a while, but its still something that you have to accept. Even knowing it is coming really isn't enough to truly prepare for the reality of it. Yesterday I got the phone call saying that the doctors were going to give him morphine to make him comfortable, and let him expire.
