I was with my Grandfather when he passed away and this is the emotions I was feeling as he took his "Last Breath."

“Last Breath” There I was, kneeling down beside my grandfather’s bed, praying for a miracle. The cancer had taken over his body, and he slowly began to slip away. With his eyes becoming dark and hollow, the spark of life was dimming with each second that passed. I could see his suffering; yet my heart didn’t want to let go. How selfish of me to want to keep him here, just so I wouldn’t suffer the loss? All I wanted at that moment was to feel his hug surrounding me. I took for granted that his open arms would always be there. His breath became shallow, with every weakening pulse. Heaven wasn’t too far away for my sweet, “PoPo.” I just held onto him, caressing his face and whispering in his ear, “It’s okay to let go PoPo; fly with the angels.” Words I never thought I would have the strength to say.