My grandfather passed away in his sleep this morning. He was a shade past his 103rd birthday. I’m saddened by his passage, but at the same time I am relieved. He was tired, at the end, and just wanted to go see his wife again. He had time to say his goodbyes and went peacefully. I can live with that. He doesn’t need to be scared and lonely anymore. He can be with Cecile now.
