So I don't want this sub to be about the bad things that happen to us, but tomorrow I'm meeting my grandfather for the last time while he's alive. He chose euthanasia, happening next week. Muscle disease (sorry, don't know the name) is keeping him between bed, bath and toilet. Mentally well, doesn't want to be a burden. Always did his own thing. Divorced in the sixties, was the shame of the town, he didn't care. Silent generation. Never talked about his accident in the mines (smashed between two carts of cole), the reason of divorce, the grunt between his daughter and son. Burried two kids, lost almost all of his friends... I cannot imagine the grief but this man stayed positive all his live. We lost contact a few years ago because of many reasons. Needed help with that but I felt let down by my family.

I don't know how to prepare for this and i'm not asking for anything really. Maybe you've read my vent, maybe you have kind words or advice. Or say nothing, also fine. Don't know, but needed to put this out there somewhere.

Thanks for reading this.