So my grandpa passed away last night.

 I had just seen him a few hours before. He was having trouble breathing and there was liquid morphine involved.

Was I worried? Yes. Did I think he would die? No.

He just said "bye" to my grandmother and died. That was it. I am glad he went that way. I know he was probably happy going out on his own terms. It was peaceful and so fucking simple.

It's safe to say I am heartbroken by this. My grandfather was an amazing man. I wouldn't trade what time I had with him for anything. Even though I wish I had more time with him. 

As for writing, I probably won't have time over the next few days. But I will probably use it as an outlet for my grief. It is better that throwing stuff out of anger and sadness.

Rest in Peace Grandpa.