Things I do not like.

I woke at 4 this morning to my father calling me. My grandfather had been hospitalized, and the doctors gave him an hour to live.

I quickly hopped out of bed and got dressed and made my way down to Provo with my father and his wife. Unfortunately it was too late - he had passed of heart failure just a few minutes after the phone call.

Today I've been helping the family get their affairs in order. My grandmother is nearly blind, so I've been helping her make the phone calls she needs to make. It hasn't been easy having to hear her repeat the same story over and over to every person - how my grandfather woke her up in a panic because he couldn't breath, how the ambulances came, etc.

Of course, hearing it over and over probably isn't as bad as having to tell it over and over.

I've never had anybody close to me die until today. I don't think I like it much.