I'm a mess. We found out 2ish weeks ago that he had stage 4 terminal cancer. He had spent 10 days in the hospital before they were able to find it because it was behind his lungs and abdomen. He was finally released and chose hospice because he's 82, frail, and it wasn't guaranteed to give him much more time if any and he'd be miserable and sick the whole time. It was the right choice.
Yesterday, he asked grandma to call the pastor so he came over. He was having breathing problems last night (he was on oxygen) so the nurses brought him some medicine for his nebulizer and that seemed to help. My dad was down there with him and grandma when he passed around 11p so at least she wasn't alone. I am so so sad. It seems like he just went downhill so quickly after they told us about it. Him and grandma were married for 62 years. He told her she has to be strong for the family. Ugh I'm going to miss him so much.