The last couple of years has been hard on Pops. He has had a number of heart attacks which had resulted in poor circulation, sores, and such. He has been in constant pain for the last 2 years. In the last couple of days he was unconscious, but twiched somewhat if people talked to him.
I've spend a lot of time and brain power thinking about him over the last 12 hours. I'm not sure it is doing me any good. It is making me more sad, tearful, and depressed. I should be happy that his illness has ended. There was little chance I would see him again even if he did live.
Today it rains and Aiyre woke up early to play outside. She seems to realize that we won't let her go play in the rain and so is sad too. She is somewhat sick as well... lots of coughing and sniffling. Some gastrointestinal problems as well.