My grandpa passed away a couple weeks back, I wasn’t there to say goodbye. I went to visit him before but when I had to go I couldn’t look at him. I didn’t want to say goodbye because I thought I would see him again in two months. I was wrong and not long after I had gotten home he got worse. My mom was able to go see him and tell him goodbye, for that I’m glad. I don’t think it’s fully him that I won’t be seeing him again, and I don’t think it will hit me until my and my family go get his ashes to take to his home. It pains me how he wasn’t able to go on his home land. When I saw him last he was really skinny and he had always been a little on the heavy side. It was such a shocking change from when I had seen him as, well, himself. I really regret not spending time with him while on my visit. For some reason I didn’t ever think that someone who has always been there would be suddenly gone. In my head he was present, he was here, he was okay so I never worried, but now I’m conscious that he is not there. Maybe one day I’ll be okay with that thought, just not today.