Today my Grandfather on my dad's side passed away at age 77. The man had really poor health and has been in the hospital for a couple weeks. He had a heart attack during an operation (which is probably the best place to have one). And was hospitalized a week ago due to vomiting and short-breath among others; the sign of another oncoming heart attack.
This is the same grandfather who I said had his leg removed a couple of years ago in December 2012. He opted to have the entire muscle in his leg removed rather than have chemotherapy to get rid of a cancerous tumor sometime in the 90's and that combined with his diabetes made circulation difficult and it was becoming so problematic that there was no saving it. His diabetes and him not changing his habits in accordance to that is probably more the reason of his death, though.
I didn't have the closest relationship with him, like I do with my grandpa on my mom's side, but I'm still very sad to see him go. I suppose part of why I wasn't particularly close to him is because he was that kind of guy, kept more to himself, but my relationship with him was far from bad. He had a bad childhood with a drunken father and that effects what relationships you have with others, though he wasn't a violent parent by any means, just distant. He was a smartass, something both my dad and I inherited from him and so I heard, something he retained in his last days.
Now I only have one grandparent on both parental sides; my grandpa on my mom's side and my nana on my dads. Which is more than some people get at my age.. It's also been about 10 years since somebody in my close family died, the last one is when my uncle died of cancer in May of 2005.
Thanks for the 20 years I had with you.