Sometime this morning. I'm sad, and a little angry, that we couldn't see him before he passed on.
We're flying up to Holman for a wedding, and we'll be there from June 9-17th.
He's had Parkinson's for at least 10 years, who knows really. I guess his body just couldn't hold out anymore.
Anyway, our trip's gonna be one of those bittersweet ones. Happy because of the wedding, sad because of my Grandpa no longer being there.
Last time I saw him was ~5 years ago, when he was taken down to Edmonton for intensive care (he got pneumonia from travelling). And the last time I've been up north to see the rest of my mom's side was 10 years ago, when we moved down south to Alberta.