I was told last night that my Grandfather was ill.  He doesn’t want to fight it.  After making his wishes clear he slipped into coma.

It’s a waiting game now.  We’re not sure if we’re looking at hours, days or even weeks but unfortunately the inevitable is coming.

I’m at peace with this oddly.  I know it’s what he wants so it’s ok.  I’m sad of course and will miss him but I’m ok with it.  Most of our family feels this way.

I will be traveling to my parents shortly.  We’ve decided to wait until things come to be since I will be going alone and my being away means the hubby has to figure out the whole work/kid routine for while I’m away.

Having said that excuse the interruption here and I promise when this is all over my posts will become more positive.

*Update* My Grandpa passed in the early hours of November 1^st.