I had my first experience with death in the family yesterday. My grandpa of 91 passed away on friday evening at his home in Kelowna, British Columbia, Canada. Unfortunately, I didn't find out until Monday here in India. I all but lost it when I was trying to write this post yesterday, so I decided it was probably better to wait until today.

It was really only a matter of time. What really bothers me is that I don't feel like I was able to say "goodbye" properly. When I did say goodbye to him for the last time, in June, I secretly knew that this was likely the last time I would ever see him again. As much as I knew it was coming, there was just no way to prepare for the day it actually happens.

RIP Grandpa.