The beginning of the end

He's had a pulmonary embolism but my uncle (without informing my mom) decided not to have him taken to the hospital. He's just being kept comfortable. My mom found out because a nurse called her, surprised my mom hadn't visited yet.

I know this is what my grand-father wants, and has been wanting for years now, but it's so hard to let go. Another six months and I would have seen him again, with his great-grand-daughter. 

My mom just got back from work to this news and now is foregoing dinner to go and be with him... and say good-bye. She's not ready. And if I wasn't half a world away, neither would I.