My grandpa passed away last night. He was at home, which was so special for him, I know. My mom (who I always call grammie, just to confuse everyone) was there and she was amazing. He'd been ill on and off for about 6 months and she was patient, resourceful, diligent and loving the whole time—it truly was incredible to see her in action. She made the decision to have hospice care at home, and she was to be the primary provider. He was moved home yesterday, settled in, and passed away—I think because he could finally relax to be honest. My brother and I were there all evening and I feel honored to have been there so close to him in his final stages.
Grandpa at the hospital with his twin boys (my uncles).
Grandpa was a real character, many many things can be said about him. He was an avid cook, made movies, was an accomplished photographer, painted, loved different cultures, adored music, and just cherished life in general. He loved learning and never ceased to have a new passion. I will miss him— but I am happy he's with Grandma now.
