Gramps.

my grandpa just keeps getting sicker and weaker. the last time that i was there to see him, i remember i left so happy because he was walking around smiling and giggling to himself and that was a good day. today i went there and i dont think that he even lifted his head up once. i kept waving my hand right in front of his face to get his attention, but even then, he didnt snap out of it. he barely talked at all. his mood always affects my mood. if he is happy, so am i, if he is out of it, so am i. when i went there today, i was in such a good mood, and it is sad, because i remember him the last time that i was there (when he was happy) and i think that is how he will be when i see him again, but i never know who he is going to be when i go there. there is no consistency in his behaviors, in his mind. this is really sad to say, but i remember being in middle school and i remember thinking about how i honestly didnt know how i would survive if my grandfather died. i can honestly say that i would of been so completely lost... i just dont even know. but now it's so sad to think that him being here... how he is now, and his suffering, might even be worst.