...to my paternal grandfather, United States Air Force Major Donald C.
He passed away yesterday morning at around 11 AM, a victim of colon cancer. He was a spitfire of a man, and one of the people who first inspired me to become an author and artist, having written several books himself in his lifetime.
His death was expected, which is sad in some ways but a mulled relief in others, only so far as he's no longer in agony.
Over the past several months I've watched the cancer eat away at his body, whittling him down from a 200+lb burly buck of a man to a frail 70lb ghost of himself.
My last visit with him was two days ago; he'd been borderline comatose for close to a week, unable to speak or eat the soup the hospital provided him. Much to my surprise, when I walked in that day I found him sitting up, chatting with my step-uncle and his son. He seemed happy, free of pain for a short while, even having appetite enough to ask for a chocolate shake [which was provided after his palliative ca