Just came home from the hospital and my grandpa didn't make it. It's so weird because I just felt so numb the whole time... An hour later, here I am feeling the full effects of tonight after writing the first sentence of this thread. It just all feels so surreal. I mean here was this tough, tenacious old war vet who had combatted pneumonia, cataracts, four types of cancer and a world war (Hell, he even broke his hip and walked on it for 2 weeks before he saw the doctor!) just so peaceful and cold to the touch. We'd heard about him going to the doctor's all the time and he always came out on top. Then, this one time, this one fateful time, it happened. And we saw him there with wires and tubes abound. Then everything goes blank. The rest of the night, according to my memory, proceeds in a giant chaotic blur. None of it matters. The entire night, the end of a human being's existence, all summed up in two pictures: Him being strapped up and pumped by machines, and us leaving a peaceful old man alone in a dimly lit room to sleep and never wake again.
But he was the type of guy who wouldn't want me to mope around. He was always workin', always moving forward. I've been trying to stay positive and I'm figuring I'd honor his memory best by simply progressing. Just needed to clear my head a bit. Thanks in advance for reading this and sending your condolences. You guys here at the ADISC community have always been a huge help and support through most of my recent problems. Just wanted to let you all know it's much appreciated.