Well, for anyone that cares, my grandfather has died this morning a 4:23. My family and I have been frequenting the ICU section of the hospital for a few days now, and today he died. It was probably the most depressing moment of my life that I have wiitnessed to date, only because I watched him during his last four hours until he stopped breathing. I've never really had to go through a family death of someone very close to me, but this is my first one. He lived with my grandmother in a small town, where he was very influential and had an deep impact in the people of the city by his actions. During the last few days, I came to realize how deep of an impact he had because many people brought food and drinks to the home of my grandmother.

My grandfather was, for the most part, fine until today. He was admitted into ICU a few days ago, and I've visited him a few times beore today. He had a bad infection which required him to be admitted into ICU. When we arrived at a little past midnight in ICU after a call saying he was no longer responding to anybody and his condition was deteriorating, his vital signs were all fine. I thought he had just slipped into a unconscious state due to the drugs he had been taking to get him to sleep, but that might have just been blind hope. We let him rest for about an hour at 3:00, and then were informed that his vital signs were decaying dramatically at around 4:00. I try to see myself as a person who never cries, but I did cry after he took his last breath.

To anyone who reads this, I realize most of you don't care about someone's plight over the internet, I just felt that I needed to write this out.