Life is so fleeting ...
My grandfather passed away last night. He finally lost his long battle with Alzheimer's. I don't really feel much of anything right now. I don't now if it's because it hasn't hit me yet (perhaps when I go to the funeral it'll hit me) ... or if I just don't have it in me anymore to grieve the way I did after dad passed away.
Perhaps ... I had already made peace with the fact that he was going to pass on soon. I guess being on the outside looking in is good for something. I've seen his health decline steadily for the past year or so ... and I knew it was coming. So ... perhaps that is why I lack the tears. Perhaps I do not cry because I feel a sense of relief that he no longer has to concern himself with trying to keep the last of his precious memories from slipping away.
I loved my grandfather. But the man he was ... the man I knew ... has been gone for a long time now. He is at rest.
Perhaps ... I had already made peace with the fact that he was going to pass on soon. I guess being on the outside looking in is good for something. I've seen his health decline steadily for the past year or so ... and I knew it was coming. So ... perhaps that is why I lack the tears. Perhaps I do not cry because I feel a sense of relief that he no longer has to concern himself with trying to keep the last of his precious memories from slipping away.
I loved my grandfather. But the man he was ... the man I knew ... has been gone for a long time now. He is at rest.