
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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Hugs, that was tough, I’m glad you went though. You would’ve regreted it if you hadnt have gone!
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I would have.
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