My grandpa passed away today,
I mean, everyone knew it was going to happen soon but that doesn't mean it won't hurt.
He's been in kind of a vegetable state if that makes sense, he barely moved, ate or talked, and he couldn't remember if anyone came to visit him or not.
We went over there Saturday and it was just awful, he didn't look like grandpa.
He looked like a tiny frail shell of himself.
When my mom took my brother and I to go visit him, I could just barely hold back my tears, I didn't want to see him like that at all.
He was in so much pain...we all knew that.
I'm glad he isn't in pain anymore but I miss him, so much...