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Tonight my granddad passed away after a long and hard battle with death. On Wednesday he fell into his own world and would hardly response to anything or anyone around him. He just laid in a bed in the livingroom of my grandparents' apartment and had family over all the time - just the mum's and dad's, grandchildren were allowed, but we all felt a little uneasy going to see your dying grandfather, so we didn't go. On Friday the doctor announced him to be braindead. From then on they made sure for him to stay asleep with special medication drops, in order for him not to feel any pain as his body was literally just breaking down as he stopped eating and drinking on Wednesday. 

I know this is going to sound super weird and stupid, but today as my parents came to pick me up from work as they were just on their way home from seeing him, and passed my work. I finished work at 9:30pm and as I left, I suddenly got a weird uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. I dismissed it, because I am a woman and we only care about pains when we're no longer able to stand up properly... so I got in the car and we chatted for a bit as we drove home. About 5 minutes into the drive, I feel a very sharp pain in my chest. A pang. It made my breath stop and I made a funny noise, which wasn't loud enough for anyone to hear as the radio was on and Mum was just yapping away.

As we came home, I went upstairs and basically got myself ready for bed. At 10pm, Mum comes in and tells me that my grandfather passed away. His breathing changed at 9:30pm and he suddenly seemed to be fighting something back as muscles in his body started to tense up. Five minutes later he very suddenly relaxed and stopped breathing all together. Call me superstitious, but the feeling that I had in the car instantly made me think "Granddad." yet I dismissed it. I was probably being silly anyway.

The funeral will be in the next week sometime, so excuse my lack of blogs this week. I have been asked to photoshop some photographs of my granddad and my Dad and his two sisters wrote a poem about their father that they've asked me to read in the church. 

For now I just want to say that my grandfather was the most amazing man. Our family has so much to thank him for. I know that in the past couple of years his life definitely wasn't the most fun, but I hope everyone around him caring so much made it nicer. Especially my grandmother who has been taking care of her husband through all of this. I hope he's in a better place now where pain doesn't exist. 

Rest in peace, Opa Boot.