I'm really upset right now. My Granddad passed away at 6:15 this morning. What I'm most upset about though is that I got the call that he was on his deathbed and I rushed to the hospital as fast as I could, but unfortunately by the time I got there he had passed away. I didn't get to say goodbye, I really hoped I could. The last time I saw him was when he came to mine last Sunday for lunch, and I think I knew then that it was probably going to be less than a week.
Officially he died of pneumonia, but he had a few illnesses over the past couple of weeks, they all accumulated, and yesterday he went in to hospital.








