Yeah it was really unexpected.
A day before my birthday, he called me into the living room early in the morning telling me he felt like he was gonna vomit, so I got him a bucket to puke in. Since he was vomiting black (which means blood), he decided to call the hospital to get a check up. He did call me a few times at the hospital, I think the last time on the Tuesday after he went to the hospital (which turned out to be the last time I'd talk to him) Eventually my grandpa decided to fly down from our summer home on Thursday, which was when I learned my dad was on a respirator Then on Sunday, they told him (my grandpa) that there wasn't anything they could do and we'd have to let him die and this Tuesday he passed away.
God it just sucks so much and it so quick too.
I mean, he was in the hospital earlier this year also because of his liver but damn.