I'm sorry, Aries. Your Grandfather seemed to be a very good man, and he'll be missed. It's funny how it still punches you in the gut, isn't it?
Since your family has known he'd die for four or five months now- it's hard. My grandma had six weeks when she decided to not go to dialysis anymore. Even for that handful of weeks it felt like the Tower of Terror before it drops. That feeling that you know something bad will happen, it's just a matter of when. If you're up there too long you start to want to get it over with already. At least that's how I felt, because I was the same way with my grandma's downhill spill four years ago. I still hurt sometimes- she was the only extended family member I saw on a regular basis. I even go into the spare room "Grandma's room" and talk to her sometimes. Maybe you'll just think it's weird, or maybe you'll understand me now.
My advice is to listen to a slow song (I recommend I Hope You Dance, but it's your choice) and cry, or just think. Talk about the good memories with your parents. Take your time. First losses are especially hard, even if the death is expected.
I'm sorry, truly.
