My grandfather died today. It wasn't completely unexpected. He has been sick for years and has been in and out of the hospital. Each hospital stay seemed to take a little more out of him. It has been sad to watch him get weaker and so very frail over the last year so I hope he has found some peace.
He was my last living grandparent and I am sad that I will no longer have that. I know I am extremely lucky to have had my grandparents around for as long as I did. It makes me sad that my kids won't have that because of how long it took me to have them. There is no doubt they will lose their grandparents at a much younger age.
In what feels like a weird premonition, a few weeks ago SH got a little teary and thought that we should tell my grandfather about the pregnancy. I wasn't planning on telling my extended family until I got through the first trimester (and still haven't told them) but he was really worried that something would happen and my grandfather would never know. I never did anything about it. I figured we only had few weeks to wait and what could happen in a few weeks. The one member of my extended family I did tell is one of my aunts. When she called me this morning to tell me about my grandfather, she also told me that she told him I am pregnant and he was really excited for us. It might have been when he was admitted to the hospital a few days ago. I'm not really sure. She was also afraid that something would happen and wanted him to know. I am so grateful to her for that. I just wish he would have had a chance to meet his great-grandchildren.