Grandpa died this afternoon, shortly after 12. Somehow, knowing it in advance doesn't make it any better or any easier. It's to early to know what arrangements are. I'm planning on taking tomorrow off and go to Mom's to help with whatever needs to be done. I haven't talked to Mom, just Dad. He sounded shocked, and tired, and uncertain, so I can only imagine how Mom is. I do know they are all exhausted; physically and emotionally exhausted.
I don't know who or how we're going to tell Grandma. Will she believe us? Will she remember? I just don't know what to expect and I don't know what to do. I just don't know what to do.