My grandfather is dying, and yet I don't feel upset.
He has been in a downward spiral for a long time, and I think it is time for him to go.

(Update)
Grandpa died late Monday night, and we will have a party at the Biergarten at Grant's Farm in St. Louis.
There will be beer and bratwurst, which I think is what he would have wanted. He was a interesting man, a bit of a roustabout in his youth, an artillery man in Korea, a bareknuckle boxer, a member of a barbershop quartet, a ladies man (well into his old age), a carpenter, an artist, and one of the draftsmen who designed the FA-18 for Boeing.