I found out just a week ago that grandpa had pancreatic cancer, having gone downhill rapidly. I went to visit him on Friday, he was still able to see me and talk to me and hold a conversation... I showed him some recent art I'd done, caught up with him, gave him a hug. Spent some time at his side.

And then I get a text from a family member that they didn't think he'd make it through the night. My husband rushed me down there as quick as he could, and I was able to see him one last time before he passed away. Held his hand... told him goodbye and that I loved him and I would miss him.

As I was heading back home... it happened. He passed away... I honestly think he was holding on so I could see him one last time. It was... bittersweet. The whole family was there, gathered around him... each of us taking turns holding his hand and saying goodbye. He was surrounded by his family the entire day and night, until he breathed his last. We were all talking, sharing memories... Somber, but special at the same time. Even though I miss him, I am really glad I have that, and the memory of him brightening up as soon as he saw me, even though it'd been 14 years since I had seen him last. I was unable to visit him during the pandemic even though I'd moved back, after being all over the place for years.

I'll likely get back to getting commissions and breedables done after a few days. I just need a little time, I hope you all understand.