Earlier this month, my paternal grandfather passed away. I didn’t speak to him before his death since I expected him to recover from his current bout of ill-health and I have since carried some guilt thanks to this.

I think this excerpt from a Pink Floyd song best summarizes his life:

Run, run rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
And when at last the work is done
Don’t sit down, it’s time to dig another one

-- [Breathe, Pink Floyd](http://rock.rapgenius.com/Pink-floyd-breathe-lyrics)

RIP.