Buried my Grandad (Papa Paul, as we called him) Friday.
He was 87. Two years into Alzheimers and my Grandmother (with help) took care of him instead of putting him into a nursing home. He passed before he got bad enough to have to go to one. Never was in any real pain until the last 3 weeks while he was in the hospital with other complications. He got a better deal than most do.
I knew him for 36 years, still have my other 3 grandparents, I'm very lucky and very blessed.
Just real hard letting go.