My grandfather passed away today at almost 9 o'clock this morning. My good friend had a baby at 9 o'clock this morning. The circle of life.
My Pop passed away in a room full of morphine and haloperidol. Those were two of my favorites. I was his favorite grandchild.
I was asked to witness the Hospice nurse throwing all his medications down the toilet. I did not tackle him for them. I did not even joke about it. I did not want to take them from him. I guess I am over it, I thought watching him dump 900mg of morphine down the toilet. Although, I thought...I used to know a lot of people who would have loved that shit. I did think, what a waste...