I don't know how to feel about it. I am, of course, sad, at least a bit. But I'm not anywhere close to tears or even to being all that upset.

This isn't out of nowhere. A couple of weeks ago, he had a medically unnecessary surgery. His doctor had found a polyp in a colonoscopy, but it didn't particularly need to be removed. If it was cancerous, it hadn't spread at all and didn't look to be a fast-growing type. Given my grandfather's age (nearly 82), he didn't need to worry about it. He demanded surgery to remove it anyway. And of course, there were complications. My mom spent a week up there at his bedside and came back a couple of days ago, only for his condition to deteriorate shortly after she left.

We got word about an hour ago that he passed away around 2:30 this morning. I feel like I should be sad, should be torn up about this, but right now I'm not. He was a fairly crappy father to my mom. He was verbally/emotionally abusive (not severely, but enough to do some damage) towards my mom. These past few years had been the worst—him threatening to cut her and my family out of his will if she didn't divorce my dad and move back to her home town. (She didn't.) In the past two years, I don't remember a single phone call between the two of them that didn't end in her crying. I think her life will be better now that she'll no longer have him telling her what a failure she is.

Anyway, some kind words, encouragement, or gifs of any and all varieties would be appreciated. (In case you haven't noticed from my posting history, I seriously love gifs. It...wasn't easy choosing one for this post.)

We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?