I received one of “those” calls shortly before four yesterday morning. My grandpa had collapsed at home and my grandma needed help. She said the paramedics were there with Grandpa.

I rushed to their house, but by the time I got there, the paramedics were gone. Grandpa’s heart had stopped and he was at peace.

I stayed with my Grandma, helped her answer questions from the police, and later from the medical examiner about Grandpa’s recent health and his medical history. I held her while we sat on the couch and watched the men from the medical examiner’s office collect the body that used to be Grandpa. I am grateful that they treated both of my grandparents with kindness and respect.

I am grateful that my Grandpa died the way he would have wanted to, quietly and at home. He hated hospitals and I’m glad that the last time I saw him was in his house. The medical examiner called us last night, and said that Grandpa left us quickly and without pain. I feel better knowing that.

Our family has been surrounded by the love and support of those who knew Grandpa. Thank you for helping us to say goodbye to one of the best people I’ve ever known.

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