A sad week

So as some of you already know, this Monday morning my grandpa Ray died.  He had been very sick for quite some time, having been diagnosed with prostate cancer over a decade ago.  He was in remission for years, but recently the cancer had come back and things got bad.  It is shocking he managed to hang on as long as he did.  During his final days/weeks he was extremely weak, to the point of being unable to talk.  When he was able to communicate (a nod, or a yes/no), he did say that he was not in pain, so that is good.  I think everyone had time to say their goodbyes.

So the week has been a bit rough.  To be honest, it is kind of a relief in some ways.  We were just in a holding pattern, waiting for him to die.  He had become so weak and hadn't really "lived" in a long time.  In some ways this was for the best.  I am just worn out by all of it.

Warning: morbid humor ahead

When we actually got the call, it had to be the most awkward thing ever.  The conversation went a bit like this:
Nursing home: So I'm sorry to inform you that your father has taken a turn for the worse and we've called the hospital.
Dad: Ok. Is he alive?
Nursing home: ...No.
Dad: ...Oh.

A turn for the worse?  Seriously, how much more of a turn for the worse can you get?  Don't judge me too much for finding this quite amusing in a very twisted way.