Today my grandfather died at the age of 87 years old. This is a very difficult time for my family. For the past two days he was asleep, and just never woke up. He had managed to beat his cancer back again, and he was breathing well again. In the end, it seems that he simply died of old age. The good news is that he went peacefully.

I... have no words. I want to type more, but i am starting to really cry. I just hope he is happy up in heaven or whatever awaits us in the afterlife. Some day, dad and i will join him, as all who live will pass on, so some day i will see him again.