Well, my grandpa died today... Walter, of course.

He's been pretty much unresponsive since Tuesday... we thought he was going to die then, but my Aunt and Uncle flew in Wednesday and my dad came home from work early (He was in Utah) and they were all over at his side all yesterday and I was alone in the house all night feeling like a douche bag. So this morning I packed Mom's computer and my sketch book and we all went over and spent the whole day with him. He slept the whole time and he was like gurgling all the time... just completely unconscious, but he was dreaming. You could tell because he twitched a lot and kind of made facial movements and stuff.

I stayed the whole day until I thought I was going to completely pass out and we went to Chipotle's for food. Then we came back, and finally my dad and uncle John went home to go to sleep; we were talking about bringing movies over because we really thought that Grandpa was going to stay alive for at least another night, so we were going on shifts...

Anyway this really nice lady came in, and we turned Grandpa onto his back and stuff. I was still working on my homework (I'd skipped class that day to be with everybody) and all of the sudden he just opened his eyes... but he wasn't looking at anything. So I put away the laptop and we all gathered around the bed, and he started gasping these strange gasps, and my mom, who is a Medical Technician, took his pulse the whole time and was like, "...He has no pulse..." even though he was still breathing, so we called my dad to tell him, and not even like a minute later he just stopped breathing.

He'd sort of been breathing on and off for the past two days, literally stopping breathing for over a minute before he would start again, so it was really weird when he stopped for good. I, of course, cried the most, and all the nurses said I was really brave for coming at my age or something, which I thought was weird. Of course, I couldn't say, "Of course I'm not afraid of death, I think about it all the time," so I just sort of nodded and stuff. I cried more than anybody, though, but that's just because I'm just such a cry baby. I cry all the time, I get so emotional.

A lot of the nurses came in all day and told us about how Walter was really one of their favorite people, and a lot of them actually cried, and came and touched his body and stuff, which made me feel like an even bigger dick, because I'd never really seen him. To be honest, I've only met him a couple times, like when I was under 10, so when he came to live here after my grandma died, I didn't see him. Not only that, but I wasn't really living here-- I was living in Denver and in Champagne with my Grandma, but not here, really, until the last half of the year, and he'd been really frail. He didn't even know who my Aunt was when she came to see him, so I didn't bother, but all the nurses really loved him, I guess.

Anyway my dad and uncle got there, and the hospice people got there, and we all just sort of hung out for over an hour with my Grandpa's body and told jokes and were generally demented, as my family just is by nature, and waited for the Undertaker. Finally, after my grandpa's body was out, we collected everything and went home and drank two bottles of wine and ate a lot of cookies and watched cartoons until we were all just so exhausted we all decided to go to bed.

Tomorrow we have to go to clean all his stuff out of the place, so I guess I should get to bed. I'm soo freaking tired; I was all day, but especially after crying and drinking so much wine. :/

Alright, off to bed.