My grandpa had been sick for a while. He overcame cancer, and battled it well. Then months later, out of nowhere, it reappeared. We thought it would get better through chemo, but it didn't. Then he needed radiation, when his cancer spread. In the course of 3 months, he completely changed. He couldn't drive, walk, or even stand up. Eventually, the cancer spread too fast and his body was finished. He lost all his strength and couldn't even talk. His last few days, he couldn't open his eyes. So, my family thought that bringing hospice in was the best idea. He was suffering and going through the process hurting. Letting him peacefully go to heaven was the best idea. I was expecting the death anytime this week, and I knew how I felt and how much I'd miss him, but when it actually happened, it was like I didn't even know he was going to die. I'm so hurt and upset, and I don't know what to do. It's been a few hours since I found it, and I can't stop crying. Maybe writing it out will help, but so far, all I feel is sadness. I wish I could go back and tell him how much I actually love him but it's too late for that. Maybe I'll see him someday when I die.