Yesterday I posted that I had 5 days to go, today it is 4. I got a call this morning from my mom, my grandfather passed about 7am. He was quite elderly and very ill, but it's still hard on the whole family, as you can imagine. He was the most kind, loving, charismatic man you'd ever know. He was German, stubborn, fiercely loyal, level headed, funny, and adored my grandmother, his bride of 65 years and partner since they were 14 years old. She doesn't know yet. My aunt and uncle in Florida are driving to the hospital where she is to tell her together. She recently broke her hip and is in full time therapy recovering there.
As you can imagine, things are sort of in a disarray. My mom and dad are insisting we carry on with the wedding and honeymoon as planned, as that is what he would have wanted. Right now it's hard to imagine, my heart is broken. He is being cremated and there will be a small family memorial on Sunday night. FI and I are likely going to keep our plans in place and fly down to Florida afterward to spend a few days with my grandmother. I'm just trying to do the 'right thing', but am not certain what the 'right thing' is at this point.
Anyhow, my only wish is that FI and I have half of the happiness my grandparents did. He was 86 years old and a treasure to me. I will miss him dearly.