Said goodbye.

I sat with grandpa for an hour and he didn’t really respond at all. He barely opened his eyes for a moment, but that was all.

I said my goodbye. I told him I loved him.

I think he knows he’s loved.

So that’s good at least.

It was more terrible going in than it was leaving. I guess I just had to go.

I went to church afterwards and my pastor prayed with me. That was nice.

So yeah.

It is what it is. I’ll be sad when he passes, but he’s lived a full life.

Acceptance is hard.

I’m trying. I’m not good with death.

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