Visitations are hard

So, for those of you who aren't in the discord/didn't hear, my grandfather passed away on Sunday. We knew this was coming, his leukemia was getting prerty bad, but we hoped he 'd make it to thanksgiving. My dad was pretty bummed because he was flying up that day to say his goodbye, but never made it.

 I'm currently sitting in the visitation at the moment, and these things never seem to get easier. I cried my eyes out earlier, but talking to my family and reminiscing really helped me and the rest of my family. It's been going on for a while, so I'd thought I'd kinda come here and let some of my emotions out.

For one, I'm glad I left him on a high note. Last time I saw him was back in August for his surprise 80th birthday party, and had a good time talking to him as usual. He was really happy with the party, and I'm happy the last memories we had together were happy ones. I'm glad that he was able to see me become an Eagle Scout, seeing him so proud of me was a great feeling. My Dad's sure glad he finally got to go to Yellowstone with him last year like he's wanted to for like a decade. My grandpa said that was the best trip he's ever had and would always talk about it when we spoke to him last year.

I just had a conversation about life with my Grandparents' neighbors that was pretty interesting. I guess that's the one thing I'll miss about grandpa: the conversations with him. Hearing his perspective on things, no matter how much I liked them or disagreed with them, was always fun. I recall spending many a night around the kitchen table in a heated discussion about politics, yet there was never any hate. We both argued our points, and sure we got loud, but at the end of the night we'd say goodnight and I love you and head off to bed. I'm glad I got to meet him. I'm going to miss you, grandpa. I love you, always.