Cheerios, Ensure and Phone Calls after Midnight

My grandfather passed away last night, after 8 pm PST.

Oddly enough, it was exactly two months after the first frantic phone call, saying that he only had hours or days to live.

I know he had survived the last two months on Cheerios and sips of Ensure. It wasn't enough to help him, just enough to keep him alive. He suffered, but the body clings to life, in the face of insurmountable odds.

The last two months have been difficult, trying to get updates, and wrestling with feelings of guilt for staying in Atlanta, and not flying home to San Diego. I would like to thank my friends and family for their support and offers of assistance. You are great people, in spite of your lamentable lack of taste in friends.

I am going to go home now, and try to get some sleep.

Please no more late night phone calls for a while...