My Grandpa passed away on Sunday night 28th of September. Yesterday I didn't know how to feel. I felt blank and found myself staring into space thinking of absolutely nothing. I went through a few hours of crying without knowing what I was crying for at first. By the end of the day I was still sad, but felt peaceful. We all knew that he was going to die. He told us before I left and came to Guam that he only had a year to live. That was almost two years ago. He also said that he was okay about it because he never expected to live past 80 (I think he was 83 when he passed) and that he was ready. I was sad when he told us and I think I did most of my mourning then. There were times when I wanted to feel like it wasn't fair, but in my mind I knew he had lived past life expectancy, he had a long adventurous life, he was sick and in pain and he just wanted to be with Grandma. I'm happy for him because I know that he's no longer in pain and doesn't have to struggle for air. He was surrounded by those that loved him and he was able to pass at home, where he wanted to, instead of a hospital. He knew he was loved and I was able to tell him what I wanted to say. Every time I think of him I see him laughing and I think it's because he's made it there where Grandma was waiting for him and he's happy.
I love you always
