Lost my Grandfather today.

I'm okay; it wasn't unexpected, he was in his eighties. He was recently put in a home, had dementia caused by brain tumour and caught a urinary and chest infection over Xmas with only one inevitable outcome.

Partially relieved: he was suffering; now his suffering is over. He'd became a shadow of himself this year, completely away with the fairies. What was left was an empty vessel occupied by another personality. We were complete strangers to him in the end.