My granddad died today. I'm not that particularly sad, it was a long time coming. He was ninety six(? I think, it may have been ninety seven) years old and died peacefully, just drifted away while he was talking to grandma.
He lived a full life in his younger years. I did not know him very well, my older brothers and sisters knew him in better days. I'll remember him as a kind person because he was kind to me.
I will not mourn him the years I did not know him, though the years I knew him were few.
I thought I'd get that off my chest. He died of kidney failure if you wanted to know.
On a brighter note: I'm doing something up for Halloween(well I'm trying to, I haven't been able to draw anything lately. I just haven't felt inspired), so we'll see how that goes. And perhaps something for my sisters birthday, if I can think of anything.