So last night my grandfather passed away, and we aren't entirely sure on the details. He went out to water the garden for the evening, a half hour passed and my grandmother went out to check on him. He was lying on his back near the garden, the water hose running. We're thinking it was a heart attack, as he'd been dealing with an irregular heartbeat for quite some time now.

I'm still in shock and trying to process it. I just saw him the night before and he was perfectly fine. We watched part of a baseball game together and laughed at how the Yankees completely turned their game around against the Rangers and just kicked their asses, 21 to 5. I keep wanting to crawl in bed and wake up to him still being here. I miss him so goddamn much...