Today is the day...

[plunkybug]

My parents are picking me up in a few hours to take me to the cemetary, where the funeral for my grandad will be held. He died Monday. It feels weird...weird because I have no more grandparents left (and I had 3 sets), and weird because I am not terribly upset or distraught. I think the latter is because of the state he's been in the last few years, at Island Lake; we've sort of seen the decay or decline, and subconsciously made a mental detachment all along. He'd fallen and hit his head, and was bound to a wheel chair 3 or 4 years ago. We figured he wouldn't last long there, that way, but he did better than we all expected; we would visit him regularly, sometimes weekly, sometimes monthly. The last visits seemed shorter...he was either sleeping or quite agitated, grinding his teeth, or totally out of it. Our visits became about 10 minutes or so in length, becasue of these reasons. At least we feel proud of oursleves that we took the time to see him when we could, that we made the effort to visit. And I think that is a good thing. I know I had wanted to do bigger and better things than to visit him when he wouldn't even remember we'd been there, but we still did. He will always be in our thoughts, and I think that counts for something.

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[either-or.livejournal.com]

i didn't know your grandfather had died - i'm sorry.

[plunkybug.livejournal.com]

I didn't write about it until this post, but we found out while we were driving home from Asheville. We knew this was coming soon, as my parents and aunt had decided to let hospice come in recently.