my grandpa passed this past summer. he moved from florida to here in early spring, and passed a few months later. when he passed, i did, and still feel like crap for not going and visiting him as much as i could have. i went maybe once a week, but i could have made time, he was in west seneca… im going to regret that till the day that i die.
on his deathbead he gave my uncle (his son) the finger. not once, but twice. all in good fun of course.
best of luck to you and your family.
EDIT - to quote pet cemetary… “Death is where the pain stops and the good memories begin” so true… you’ll remember things involving your grandfather you totally forgot about in the next few weeks. i know i did.