The worst thing about my dying grandfather, is that I am going to be in the position to comfort my mum about losing your father.
That’s just not right.
(also, he’s been dying from Alzheimer's for 2 years or more now. Every time we think its the end, we gather round and sniffle, only for him to rise like Lazarus. I’m not sad, just wanting him to find peace. Poor grandpa).












