I knew it wouldn't be long, and now it's done. My grandfather passed away yesterday morning at the age of 93 just three weeks shy of his 70th wedding anniversary. My grandmother was having a clear day, and she was able to sit with him through it.
Thank you to every single one of you here and elsewhere who have said kind things to me over the last few days since I mentioned the beginning of this thing a few days ago. It's been a strange limbo to sit in while I have waited for a family member to pass on three hundred miles away, and you helped to keep me present and connected.
I didn't mention it yesterday, because I didn't have words for it yet. My heart didn't get it yet. I still don't have words, and my heart feels like it is waiting for the other shoe to fall. I don't think either of these things will sort themselves out until I experience proof of his absence.
All I have right now is this: I love you, grandpa, and I'm glad that you are free.