I was home alone that afternoon and everyone else was at the hospital with him. They had all woken up early to go down and see him and left me asleep at home. Some people from my ward came to the house and knocked on the door. When I amswered they were just like, get ready to go, your aunt asked us to pick you up. They were trying to be light and funny and normal, but it wasn't working. I knew something was wrong. I asked one of the guys if my Gramps had died, and why they were there, and they just said, your aunt couldn't get down here and we were already on our way up so we offered to pick you up. He told me that my Gramps had been asking for me, too. On the way to the hospital I just started to cry. It felt all wrong. We got there and I practically ran to his room, and saw everyone in there crying and sitting around his bed. He just looked like he was sleeping. So peaceful and in no pain. I hadn't seen him look pain free in forever. My aunt told me that he had just died less than an hour earlier, and he had been talking away. To who, no one knows. He was just in and out and talking to himself, and they heard him say me and my sisters names. I looked over and saw my sister sitting next to him, her face all red and tears streming down her face, and that is when I broke down. I had been hoping the whole time he was in the hospital that he would just get better and come home. I knew in the back of my mind that it wasn't meant to be. Someone, I don't remember who, offered me the chair next to him, so I sat down and took his hand in mine and just cried. I told him that I loved him and how much i was going to miss him and just sat with him for a while. When everyone finally got ready to leave, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and forced myself to walk out fo the room. It was the hardest thing I had ever done. I cried until his funeral.