My grandfather died this morning. My sister was with him and had to call the ambulance when he fell. My dad is scheduled to do a funeral for someone else in about a half hour. I don't know how he does it. There's a sense in which I know this is better. He was in a lot of pain and I know he didn't want to "live like that". On the other hand, I had entertained the idea that I'd get down to see him before he died. I hurt for my sister. I hurt for my dad.