It's only 5 p.m. on Saturday here and I'm exhausted. Had to drive out of town, an hour each way to go visit my ailing grandfather in a hospital. The poor man is 83 years old and has so many things wrong right now. I don't know if he'll live much longer. The doctors aren't optimistic
He is a wonderful man, took care of his amazing wife when she was sick and stayed by her side until she died last year in February. He has lived long enough to see his great-grandchildren and he is suffering so much. So why is it so hard for me to let him go? It's deja vu all over gain
Ah.....such is life I guess...