My grandpa died shortly free we arrived.
Hospice called my aunt on Friday and my mom and here siblings gathered there with their kids.
Will and I left work at noon.
Arriving at 1:30 am eastern time.
Slept.
Papa died at 5:50am, we had intended on seeing him that morning.
Is it terrible that I'm relieved I didn't have to see him struggle and suffer?
I prayed it would be over? My memories of him are good, not of his final days? Am I a terrible person? I don't know what to do when my mother sobs uncontrollably.
At least it's over.
He isn't in anymore pain,
And while his 3 kids, 11 grandchildren, 12 great-grandchildren, and many grand puppies and kitties (to which he included in the head count) are grieving... His pain is over. He joined his wife after 20+ years.
I love you Papa, I'm so blessed by the amazing man you were in all our lives.