Just heard my granddad passed away tonight. He was in hospice, and we were planning on visiting him one last time this weekend. I feel sad/upset over the fact that he only got to live comfortably in his last month, compared to the last few years he had been hiding his illness, refusing to go to the doctor. He lived well into his 80s and I guess I knew this day was coming after he was taken to the hospital.
He fought in WWII and the Korean war, worked in the plant at Ford for more than 40 years, and was one of the strongest old people I ever met. I was closer to my grandma growing up though; often we would go to church or the store while he'd stay home smoking and talking with his old friends out on the porch. But the last few years he kinda just entered a cocoon. Whenever I'd see him he'd always ask if the family was eating enough, but he rarely ate.
