My maternal Grandfather died Sunday of a stroke. I loved him, but I didn’t get to visit him as often as I like. I hadn’t seen him since middle school, in fact. I had just gotten my transportation in order this week and I was going to go up and visit him.
He died peacefully. How it was relayed to me: he had a stroke Friday night, and he was basically gone at that point. He hadn’t had any health problems to speak of the last 40 years, and so his body was so strong, it took until Sunday for him to die clinically.
I miss you Grampa.