Well this week didn't start off too well. On Tuesday my mum came in to my room around noon and told me that my grandfather had died from heart failure that morning. I didn't know him that well due to a language barrier since he lived in Poland, but I still grew up with the man. Oddly enough I didn't take it as bad as I thought I would when someone died. I was mostly just worried of my mum and how she was taking it. I also realized that both his kids were away when he died. My mum lives here and my uncle was visiting here because of my graduation. Anyways, R.I.P gramps.
"As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well used brings happy death."- Leonardo da Vinci