He waited for us. That's what I've been thinking for the last few hours.
We arrived at the house yesterday evening and spent most of the evening- and into the late hours at my grandpas side.
Holding his hand. Cherishing each squeeze. Telling him stories. Remembering.
This afternoon he passed away. At home. Surrounded by love.
I am imagining him with my Gram. Finally able to give her a kiss after all these years of missing her.
I am conflicted. Happy. And Sad. My heart is happy that he doesn't have to work so hard to take a breath. That his suffering is over. That he is reunited with my Grandma- the love they have is unlike anything I have ever seen.
But I am so sad. I miss him already. I am so grateful that we made it here in time. That he was able to hang on a few more days. He had told me he wasn't sure he could. So I am thankful. To have the opportunity to say goodbye. To hold his hand. To tell him I love him. That is the most important thing.
I took this photo this morning. Maybe I knew it would be his last.