Welp, it finally happened. After months of agony and morphine-induced coma, grandpa finally passed. I honestly don't know how I feel about this, but I figured I'd post just so you people know why I am not being very active lately
Again guys, don't be sorry: my grandpa died at the age of 94, surrounded by a small army of relatives who adored him, after a long, fulfilling life. Sure, the last month was rough... But it was still a great way to go. I can only wish my life goes like his.
