My grandpa passed away this morning. What a bitter-sweet first night in Vietnam.
Landing, I was fascinated how large it was here. I didn’t expect it to be small or anything, just not this massive.
Made it to the hotel, and laid down to take a nap. Trying to stay mostly on US hours so it’s easier when I return. Woke up to a missed call and voicemail that my grandpa passed away.
My grandma told me Thursday that he wasn’t doing well.
I messaged back that I was leaving Saturday to speak at an SEO conference, but grandma didn’t get the message until Friday.
~21 years ago I was heading back from a road trip and I missed the exit to visit my other grandma. She was in a small town next to Zion National Park. I called my grandma as I missed it asking if I took the next exit if it would route me back. She knew I’d be back down in a month or two so I could see her then.
She passed away the next week after being hit in a car accident.
With an early flight Saturday morning, you have no idea how much I considered not visiting my grandpa Friday to finish packing, thinking I’d see him when I returned. My son had this, my wife had that. But I didn’t want to chance it. So I took our other kids and just went.
I would have been forever regretful. Now, I’m forever grateful.
Love you, grandpa.
