We got a call early this morning from one of my mum's sisters, Helen probably. It seems that Papa suddenly passed away. Despite being elderly and frail he was in fairly decent health so it has come quite unexpectedly. There would have been no suffering at all. I am not sure of the details yet but it's possible he just didn't wake up this morning. So my parents have driven across Scotland to meet up with the sisters and Nanna and I am staying home on dog duty. There's nothing I could achieve by going except to reinforce the belief I only show up when a family death occurs. Which is precisely why I stopped visiting the hospital when Nanna was sick, because when I was there they had to resuscitate her a couple of times.
Papa is my biological grandfather on my mother's side for those who aren't familiar with him.