My hair was falling out from the stress of grieving anyways, so I decided to cut it off myself. I hope that as it grows, I grow stronger and hopefully by the time it is back to its normal length, I won't be so miserable anymore.

13 may morning she fell from our roof, i went held her up took her to hospital. Got to know she had multiple injuries, we had to take her to a bigger hospital. She was in icu for 36 days

They revived her 2 times via CPR but later she developed pneumonia, they tried treating her it was almost gone, they asked us to take her home and take care of her. she was on oxygen and then 2 days later she starter gasping for breath we rushed to another hospital she developed the pneumonia again . Every day me and my sister would go to her ask her “you will be fine?” She used to nod her head yes. But as days went by her infection got worse no antibiotics seemed to work, today morning she passed away, my mumma was 57 year old. She was the strongest woman i have ever known. I miss talking to her , i have many regrets of not being with her more, i was busy exploring career , i should have sat with her, talked to her more. I was so fortunate to have a mother now i dont have one.

We have a big house where my sis, my dad will live. It will be empty without her, home visits will hurt me to the core.

Right now i am accepting all this,trying to be strong,honestly i dont even know how i will sail through but i am gonna make it through this moment and next moment.

A bit over a month ago (early June) my girlfriend, my soulmate, the person I thought was going to be my forever home, decided to take her own Life.

My girlfriend was in a really bad Life situation already when i met her.

She was a Veterinarian and in the process of getting her PHD but with rocks thrown in her way at every possible point, stuff like professors pushing the PHD paper out for years, her then being late because the taxi to the other campus drove god knows where (she was literally terrified she'd get abducted) and the professor when she finally did arrive cancelling on her because they felt disrespected by her being late, or her requiring a material just to find out it shot up by 100x the price because her country decided to tighten the import laws on everything in hopes of stabilising the economy and that was just a few of the many things like her colleagues mishandling the animals for her case studies, subsequently lowering the potential cases she could observe to a number that would never get accepted, all whilst she was pushed into an insanely hard PHD topic whilst other students got easy bullshit like "we test this medication on this animal".

On top of that her PHD supervisor used their position to run the stupidist errands impossible "can you call the on duty veterinarian", "who is the cleaning staff today" or "Can you pick up the animal from the emergency clinic and take it to the wildlife clinic" (they are physically 20 meters apart and she was supposed to do it whilst at home, instead of asking the on duty veterinarian.)

And on top of aaaaaaaall that, she was working in her university's Emergency Veterinary Hospital, an emergency hospital that only had one veterinarian per shift working there, even at night and with the biggest joke of security i have ever seen. And in case you didn't know this, yea, they need good security, especially in the circumstances the hospital put them in. A lot of the common good medications? not available, either because her country didn't allow the inport, made it extremely expensive or because her hospital just didn't want to provide for it. Literally, the more professional vets like her kept certain medications in their own lockers which they bought from their own money.

And we are still only scratching the top of the iceberg here because there is a lot more, like violent clients, death threats and biggest of all The huuuuuuuge amount of Deaths on her hand. Due to it being an emergency clinic her death rate per client was 1/3 to 2/3, she felt like a grim reaper and often said shevwas going to hell, especially since her hospital didn't provide the medication necessary to put animals humanely out of their pain.

All that whilst constantly being bombarded by her veterinary students and colleagues about stuff they should long know, basically pulling permanent advisory shifts for the emergency hospital too.

In the end during a shift she snapped, she told the hospital she had to leave her shift for an emergency, she probably took some of the medicine the hospital did provide to put animals to their final rest, snuck it home and used it on herself.

I feel awful. i feel like I could have done more. I tried to get her to look for professional help, i tried to get her to quit her job and tell her we'd find a solution and tried helping her build up the walls and boundaries she needed but I feel like it was too little or too late. Through the relationship i felt it was incredibly hard to communicate about these topics, i was always worried I'd just make it worse, most of her days were bad and i was worried I'd just make it worse or accidentally push her over the edge, and the very few good days maybe one or twice per month, i didn't want to ruin them, i thought she needed and deserved the rest it gave her.

Through the relationship i tried sharing what happy stuff happened in my Life, thinking that it might cheer her up like how happy it makes me when my friends or her have happy situations they share but in the end she kind of communicated that it hurt her. I feel like so often i accidentally hurt her. I know i also have needs and that i have my own mental issues but i still feel like I could have done more.

In the weeks upcoming to her death, marriage was a big topic we both agreed that we wanted to in a way but the distance across multiple countries made it hard, especially since she didn't get a single chance to visit me due to sone very racist immigration policies in my country towards people from her nation, so only i could visit her but not the other way around. She talked a lot about weddings and was in a bit of marriage fever due to a lot of her friends marrying, whilst i felt a little bit uncomfortable with the topic because we haven't even been dating for 2 years yet and and the effective time we physically spend time together was like 2 weeks. It was just too early and honestly...i just wanted to see the girl she was when not under such a tremendous negative life situation, before I'd make the choice because marriage means commitment for me, then a week before her death the topic kinda exploded as i accidentally snapped a little too hard back at her when she asked if i was also getting a suit for our engagement, after i told her i helped a friend pick out a suit for a friend's wedding and immediately tried to communicate what i actually meant and that i just meant i needed more time. It didn't help that she was a bit older than me so she probably felt her clock ticking harder than i did mine.

The evening before her death she visited a friend's wedding, she told me she cried there. I honestly didn't know how to handle it.

I feel so guilty. I even feel guilty for hoping my push back at the wedding topic wasn't the thing that pushed her over the edge.

I genuinely feel like I tried my best but simultaneously I feel like I didn't do enough.

The day she chose to end her Life she kept me updated in text. She told me she went home to kill herself but for a couple of minutes I didn't take it seriously because through the entire relationship she a couple of times said she wanted to die but reaffirmed afterwards that she was exaggerating, it didn't help that i got PTSD on that topic which made me borderline unresponsive every time she said it. (i tried communicating that with her and that it was due to a previous ex faking her suicide as a revenge for me breaking up) but after a few minutes went full into action, i tried telling her to please wait, that we'd find other solutions together, asked her to please call the crisis hotline but she just lashed back at me. All whilst I was simultaneously desperately trying to get the emergency Services of her country on the phone, which is impossible as it turned out.

I feel so awful. if i had committed to one way instead of both, could she had been saved? In the end, some minutes after she stopped responding i remembered that at the start of our relationship we exchanged emergency contacts, so i called her's, her mom and begged her to call an ambulance for my girlfriend. I waited hours before I got a call from her mother, she had passed away.

I wish i could have done more. I wish i jad remembered earlier that i had her mom's number, i genuinely tried finding any other contacts like finding her friends on social media but all where on private and non messagable, after calling ambulance directly turned out impossible due to the first thing you hear being not a person but a tape recording in her Nations language. I literally tried everything, i even called the consulate of my country in her country begging them to call an ambulance.

I miss her. I wish i could have done more. I wish i had spent even more time with her. I wish we could have had a nicer farewell at least. I have so many things I wish i had told her when i was begging her to not do it. I don't even really know how she died and when and where because I'm too scared asking.

My mom died a year ago and I’ve been stuck in a fog. I don’t want to work out and can’t bring myself to do so, I let my finances go and I have a cat and dog and find it hard to give them any extra attention outside of what I have to do. I am overwhelmed and haven’t gotten the energy to get a therapist. I’m not sure of what to do.

My grandpa passed away on July 8th and I know its only been a week and a half, but I feel incredibly guilty for the burden I am being to my friends and partner. My father passed away back in 2020 and I never fully worked through that grief, I just avoided it. With my grandpa's passing, its like I am feeling them both simultaneously. I feel nauseous constantly and am having a lot of difficulty sleeping. I am seeing my therapist twice a week. My grandpa was the only family member who really made me feel chosen and loved. He died very suddenly and I feel entirely disconnected from reality. I dont know how to be, right now.

My closest friend lives across the state, but I have been talking with them everyday to try and avoid isolation. My partner has been a great help to me, but I feel like I shouldn't rely on them so much. I imagine it is incredibly difficult to watch this. I have had panic attacks nearly every other day and nightmares at night even with sleep aids. They are going through their own health scare right now, and I feel so guilty to need them through this. Is there a way to do this on my own? I tried before and it only delayed it. How can I grieve without hurting anyone else? Im so exhausted and I just miss my papa. I dont know what to do anymore.

He looked so much like my dad. He was a twin (but not with my dad) but everyone said he looked more like my dad than his actual twin. They worked the same profession and had the same hobbies (woodworking). I don't know what to do. He would host a 4th of July party every year. I didn't go this year. I told my coworker that "there is always next year." She said don't say that. She was right. I'm devastated.

Hi, I am currently looking for a therapist (for unrelated issues), but am not in therapy at the moment. I had to put down my cat on Friday and of course cried all the way through it. I then had to pull myself together and compartmentalize the pain so I could drive home safely. Since leaving the vet I haven't cried more than a few tears here and there. However the crying caused a headache that got worse and worse until I was so light-, sound- and smell-sensitive that I needed a cold cloth on my forehead in the dark with no sounds (this is not unusual, I always get headaches when I cry). As soon as I stopped the treatment the headache got worse again and in the end only sleeping through the night significantly improved the debilitating headache.

I don't want to push the pain of losing my pet away and want to properly process this loss, but whenever I think about it I start crying and I'm too afraid of another bad headache that I tend to just not think about it much. Pain meds don't work, either. NSAIDs, Paracetamol or Naproxen in general don't work for me at all and I even tried 100mg of Tilidine which did nothing.

Is there a way I can work through this while I avoid crying and therefore triggering another headache at the same time?

We ost our best friend, our soulmate and partner in crime, our cat, Pepper. She was always there for us when we needed her. And now... We don't know how to function without her. We barely eat. We sleep too much. We struggle with grooming and bathing. We don't feel like doing anything that used to bring us joy. We feel lost and empty. It's been almost two months since she's been gone and we can't get her off our mind. We have some of her medicine that we were supposed to give her that we just recently found (Jax did actually) and he doesn't want to throw it away. Are we just being a baby about this?

Let me start by saying that I know I have been exceptionally fortunate to have 3 living grandparents my whole life, into my mid-40s. Additionally, one of my grandmothers was 104 when she passed away on July 1. My other grandmother was 86, but had dementia and hasn’t recognized me in about 2 years. She passed away last night. We were not as close. I like to practice gratitude, so in this moment I would say I’m grateful that with both grandmothers I had enough time that I was able to say goodbye. I still have one grandfather, who is understandably having a rough time right now.

I feel very alone, and that’s no sleight against my wonderful wife. But the older grandmother, Gramma, is exactly who I would have called when the younger one died. So it’s especially now with the death of the one that I’m feeling the impact of the death of the other. Gramma was so important to me, along with my wife and son. I have symbolic trait for my wife and son on my forearms. I have Gramma’s initials on my side.

So I guess my issue in the moment is not knowing where to turn. I used to call Gramma 1-2x per week, and since she was a worrier, especially in the last few years it was often to share good news. I’ve never had a death impact my life so much, and I’m not sure how to fill this Gramma-shaped hole. For one reason or another, other friends and family just don’t seem right.

Hey. So my younger cousin passed away today at 25, after having depression for 11 years.
I've always had a soft spot for her and we weren't as close as we wanted to be, because I live some 800km away from our family. And we're both somewhere on the autistic spectrum, so I really don't know how to process this.

The thing is, I don't have the faintest clue on how to support her parents, who supported her through her depression (my aunt, especially).

How can I be supportive to my aunt, uncle, and my cousin's sister? I genuinely care about them, but I only see them like twice a year now, and I fear I'm too autistic to relate in real-time/say the right things, and not fuck this up.

I know what I'm like at family funerals: I cry non-stop and I can barely breathe. And I really don't want to attract any attention to me, for obvious reasons. (It's probably going to be a sober burial. Sometime this week, I expect.)

Has anyone been through something similar and could offer some advice?

So this afternoon I got the news that mu grandma(she raised since I was two till I was 14 and moved in with my dad). It’s been only a couple of hours since the news. It feels like a nightmare i cry I feel like I’m in denial I’ve called her 12 times hoping that she will answer. I cannot believe im using “was” when talking about it or hearing my dad say it. Idk how to deal with it I feel like I’m losing my mind idk what to do. Im tryna havw faith in the moment as well, bc God knows best but in moments like this is extremely hard. I can’t even believe im typing this rn

my gogo(granma) passed on yesterday at 76, and i’ve been shell shocked the entire day trying to move past it but i genuinely don’t know what to do now? what’s next? am i supposed to continue as normal? do i cry all day? (which is what i did for most of the day) i am so far away(college) from home and the only way i can get home is this coming friday because finances like what do i do till then? i feel so alone like yes my bf is trying bless his soul but i feel like nobody but my family can understand, she was such a big part of everyones life and i have never had to deal with grief so i really have no idea on how to feel or do.

also my english might not be good or not making any sense as im heavily crying as im typing this.

So my best friend suddenly died over a decade ago and I remember hearing the news man. I tried to act tough but couldn’t hold back tears as a kid. Our last talk was when I had an argument and he gave me what I wanted with a ”here bro, take it” with a huge warm smile, I still remember it over a decade later. I would do anything to go back and hug him instead and apologize and even warn him as I’m sure he was scared in his last moments. I just keep having moments where I cry as I miss him so much. I literally became obsessed with time travel and begged God every day for one so I can go back. Recently I’ve been losing faith and fearing the idea of no afterlife which makes me fear the unfair tragedy even more. How do I cope that my best friend is dead and there might be nothing I can about it? I also had a very nonexistent friend group but I met a small friend group recently and they have been very nice. My friend would be an adult today and I miss him dearly. How do I move on from someone who should not have died so young? I can’t move on. Someone help me cope to help me be productive. Its not easy for me.

Yesterday I found out my grandfather passed away and I feel awful. He was 83 years old. He died in a car crash, so one could not be by his side.

He loved birdwatching, he taught me so much about birds.
He was among the few I could be myself with, he didn't understand everything I said but he would still listen to it all.
He taught me to drive, I test drove with him so much and he was a big part in why I finally managed to get a driver's license.
I could say so much more, but I don't have the energy right now

I loved him so much, but now I will never see him again.

I love you, grandpa.

1942-2026

Good afternoon Reddit family,

Looking for some assistance. My child's mother passed away earlier this week and my family and I have not told him yet. It was his birthday July 16th and his mother passed a few days prior while on vacation in the US.

The past 2 weeks he has been asking for her a lot more as her situation got worse....its like he had a feeling or some kind of intuition (she has been in the hospital for about a month.) and we recently let him know that she is sick in the hospital.

A family friend that deals with these matters suggested him writing and drawing pictures in a journal whenever he has thoughts or whenever he misses her and wants to communicate. Reading a page or 2 is the most heartbreaking thing.

Don't know how to break the news, don't even know where to begin. He misses her, we miss her, but we have to stay strong for him.

As a father, this will be the hardest thing I will ever have to do.

Any words of advice or anyone have to do anything similar?

I'm only posting this here In case others will relate to my story.

It's the 3rd birthday I'm gonna be having on the 19th without my Mum still alive and it's also going to be the first without my Grandad. I'm not overly sad anymore in a way but more have a feeling of emptiness and not. It's a hard thing to honestly describe to anyone who doesn't just understand that feeling. All I want to say to anyone who is going through something similar or a loss that has hit you hard.

I won't sit here and say it's better because it's not, but it does get easier to focus on the memories of good times and not just the fact that they are gone.

Don't feel sad that they are gone. Be thankful they were there at all.

If you read this and it helped in anyway thank you and I wish all of you good things to come x

How do I comfort my husband and be there for him. His best friend took his own life. My husband was the one to find him. I just feel so lost.

I’m half way through my dream internship that I really want a full time offer from and one of my parents died a week ago. I am devastated and genuinely don’t know how to balance both. I am constantly anxious that I’m being dramatic . Does anyone have any advice? I’m genuinely trying my best to do great at work but it’s hard when I’m so depressed and crying in the bathroom every other day.

Tonight we had to put our very loved dog to sleep. She was a pittie/lab mix and 13 years old. She had vestibule disease and last night she had a horrible attack and by today could no longer use her legs. We made the right decision but being there as she went just ripped my heart out.

She was surrounded by all her favorite humans and had so many treats (including chocolate at the end). It was peaceful. It was harder on all of us than for her. But I may have nightmares about that last few moments for a very long time.

This all sucks. It’s so unfair and I hate it.

Hi everyone! I am 21, and I lost my mom when I was 15. I had some anxiety after her death, but through therapy, it lessened. I went to undergrad on the other side of the country, and the school environment was very toxic (classic toxic pre-med undergrad community). I've always struggled with math and science classes. Those topics require more studying and practice than other people bc I don't typically fully understand the topic at first. I failed an exam in my first quarter and experienced my first depressive episode. The grade, and not having emotional support from my mom (I'm the only girl in the family now), caused me to spiral, and I was hospitalized two quarters in a row :( I went through 1 yr of treatment while still taking classes. I've gotten a lot better now :) I no longer have an emotional support person. My dad tries, but he and my brothers aren't as emotional as I need them to be. I was labeled as the "sensitive kid" as a child, which isn't helping me out rn.

I managed to somehow graduate at the end of my junior yr of undergrad (spring 2026). I am currently studying abroad before I return home to start a pre-med postbacc. My original postbacc plan fell apart, and I am on a deadline to figure out what I am going to do. I am trying to figure out what to do now, but I am too stressed out to do so. I have no choice but to figure out my plans when I am home. In my study abroad program, I am taking 3 classes (2 fun classes and a foreign lang class) Monday-Thursday from 9 am-3:10 pm, which is wayyyyyyy different than in the US. I've struggled to learn foreign languages in the past and present due to the fast pace of classes. It's not that the language is hard. The problem is that 1) the professor speaks in the target language, so sometimes I don't fully understand the concept bc idk what she is saying, 2)I have to memorize sentences and words in less than 24 hrs which is a struggle for me, and I keep getting overwhelmed. My peers understand what is going on in class, and I feel like there is a disconnect because I am unsure how they know everything that is going on and understand our prof. I feel stupid a lot. I think I could do better in the class if I weren't having a pretty intense grieving episode bc its really limiting my capacity to work well.

No one around me (including family) understands how I feel because they have had many years with my mom (I am struggling the most out of my family). Since it has been almost 6 years since she died, I feel like I don't have an excuse not to be able to do my work. I also don't have friends because I want to have deeper conversations than most of my peers. I've had grieving breakdowns two nights in a row, resulting in my being unable to study. I cry for a while, which gives me headaches and body pain. The only way to get through it is to sleep. I can't talk to my professor about it bc I don't think she would understand. No one understands, and I feel like an anomaly. It's just not fair that I lost my mom, and don't have her right now. Long story short, I am very sad that I don't have my mom, and I am stressed out about classes and post-grad plans. Also, I need to find environments where I can thrive.

I am a f23 who went through an abortion back in February. I would have been around 27 weeks at this point and I have a grief that will not let go of me. This was not a decision I made lightly and was not easy for me at all. I knew it would affect me in a negative way but you truly have no idea until it actually happens. My partner had only recently gotten their first job and we had been together for only several months at the time of the pregnancy. Neither of us were in a financial, mental or physical state to be able to care for a child and I was utterly terrified of pregnancy because of my mom and I almost dying when she had me. As time passes I feel both relief, regret and grief and all of those feelings feel conflicting. I feel evil when I feel relief because I essentially took my babies life. I feel regret even though I know it wasn’t the right choice to make for me and my partner. I feel grief every time I see a child, any children related things online, at the store, in a movie, in a show. It’s like I cannot escape it no matter what I try. I kept the ultrasound pictures from my first two appointments and at times I look at them. At one point I planned to keep the baby and nicknamed them pea because that’s the size that they were at the time I found out about the pregnancy. I am in so much emotional pain and I don’t know what to do. I mean there’s nothing to do the decision was made and already happened nothing can change. But fuck this is hard. I hope it gets better but I truly don’t foresee that being the case.

My grandfather (zl) passed away at 97, four years ago. Last night I started thinking about how my future child isn't ever going to meet him. They're not going to hear stories from the old country, hear the songs, or anything like that. What's strange is that it's taken me this long to actually cry about it. I didn't cry when he died, didn't cry at the funeral, nor at the shiva, etc. Why now? I don't know. I just miss him.

Sorry for bad English

I live with my granddad grandma my mom dad my uncle aunty and his son i got 3 sister they all are married

From my childhood i never got the love of my father because he drinks a lot like he comes home drunk everyday he used to beat me from when i was little im 21 now and i really don't love him but from my childhood my grandfather loved me like he really cared about me from all of my family he still does cares about me a lot and i have a bond with him too but im kinda person who likes to rot in bed all day my room is on 1st floor and my granddad live on the ground floor he always asks me to come on ground floor and i think thats boring or he will just tell me stop using my phone he says that from starting but today i found out he has cancer he goes to therapy like 4-5 days a week with my uncle only they know about it because they don't want all family members to worrry and he is doing i think chemotherapy thats why his hairs are falling too i took him from granted he always tells me to get new clothes have you eaten food he really love me man my eyes are getting wet rn what should i do from Tomorrow i will stay with him more click some pics with him make voice notes i wanna know what should i do before he passes i would do anything so he lives till i get married but i know that's not how it works tell me everyone what should i do im kinda crying

So I had a friend who unfortunately took his own life back in May, specifically around a week before my birthday. I was really close with him and it absolutely tore me apart when I found out. I didn't get a single goodbye, a single call or message. It felt like someone had ripped a piece of my soul from me. I understand that I may never fully get over it. I'm unsure of what term to use, but I try not to think about it.

One of my favourite movies is Dead Poets Society and my favourite character is Neil. I haven't been able to watch the movie until today because of how much I think about my friend. I finally watched about half of the movie and was brought to tears during the desk set scene when Neil said "You'll get another one next year." All I could think about was that Neil wouldn't be alive to see if Todd would get another one. My friend won't know what he would have gotten next year either.

As much as I love the movie, I do not think that I can bring myself to finish the other half. I can barely go a full minute without thinking about what I might've been able to do. I knew he was struggling, and I did try to help. Though sometimes I wonder if I tried hard enough. I mean could I have helped him? If I tried harder then would he be here? Would I still be talking to him everyday? I guess I'll never know.

I suppose what I am trying to say is that I don't know how to help myself. I can't talk about it without ugly crying. We understood each other on a level that I have never been on with anyone else, and I just wish that I could have at least gotten a goodbye rather than finding out two days later from his friend, to which he doesn't have many. Is it selfish of me for at least wanting a goodbye? I cared deeply about him and he cared deeply for me. I know that the majority of people who reach out before committing often want help, but that makes me wonder whether I could've done more. Even just enough for him to have reached out. I don't really know what to say or do during this time. Especially because it only happened a couple months ago. Does anyone know what would help? I do not trust therapy and it has never worked for me. (I have tried to go, but I can never actually convince myself to talk about him nor do I have a great history with therapy.)

I was the only person he could actually talk to, actually breathe around. All of his other friends? They didn't understand. When I received the message from one of his friends, it included that he knew I meant a lot to my friend. That only made it worse. For someone else to say that I meant a lot but he no longer had a voice to tell me himself? There will always be a special place in my heart for my friend that nothing will ever fill. I truly loved him, and I wish I hadn't chickened out that day that I was going to ask him out. He was my Valentine this year because I asked him. He was too scared to ask me. He didn't want me to leave like everyone else did.

I told all of my friends about him and they all know how much I cared about him. It seems that he told his few friends about me too, which makes me feel both happy that he cared and sad that he's gone. It genuinely tore me apart to watch him fade so quickly.

My beautiful boy had potential. He had light. He had such a lovely personality and an adorable obsession with space. I have never met anyone like him and I don't believe I ever will again. I never cared for space, but he gave me so many reasons to like it, to have an interest too. Since that day, I have taken every single thing out of my room that had something to do with space, stars, or planets. Though every now and then, I find myself opening that little box with glow in the dark stars and planets that used to shine brightly above me as I slept.

It feels good being able to get this out despite the fact that I am also balling my eyes out. The level of pain I feel constantly is worse than any I have felt before. To lose someone so dear? It hurts more than anything I could ever imagine. To be mangled in a car accident would be less painful.

I don't believe in God, but I do believe that if there is any nice place beyond life, then he is there. Whether I meet him there someday or not, I know that he is happier than he ever could have been in this universe.

How do I help myself heal? Does it ever get better? I just want to know whether it's worth spending time on or if I just try to accept the pain and sadness that comes with losing him. Sorry for the yapping. I just needed to get it all out ig.

My grandpa passed away a few days before Christmas. I live in another country, amd haven't seen him much in the last years. I did regularly call him to keep in touch.

He was 98, the strongest, most supportive grandpa. He still lived at home by himself, only the last days my family had been staying with him for support. The day after he told me he wasn't doing well (the first time he ever said that), I booked a flight home. I called him to let him know I would be there on Monday. He said he would wait until Monday. Then asked me why I was coming, surely not just for him.. Of course I'm coming just for you grandpa!!

As I got to my mom's Sunday late afternoon, I knew I didn't want to waste time and we went to see him immediately. His eyes lit up when he saw me walk in 🤩 and asked me why he deserved such a sweet granddaughter. Because he was the best grandpa, obviously.

He was still sitting in the living room, but needed help moving around. He still always refused help but took my hand as soon as I reached out 🥰

The next day, Monday, he was so much worse, lying in bed and barely awake. The doctor came, we said our goodbyes and he got something to fall, and stay, asleep. The doctor expected it would be 24-48 hours, he passed away later that day.

Now I am back home and so thankful I was there with him. But heartbroken 💔 what a man, he waited for me until Monday 😭

I will forever miss you, grandpa 🩷