I would have posted this in Spam but I want this to be taken seriously. Last news my mother got about my grandfather wasn't so great. He's back in hospice care. He can't eat/swallow. His legs and arms are starting to discolour. His memory isn't that great either. He had a stroke about 2 years ago around Easter and went first to the hospital where the doctors thought he wouldn't make it much longer. He was moved into hospice care until the 6 month cutoff. He's lasted two years in nursing care. I've only seen him once since his stroke but I don't want to see him as a man slowly dieing in a nursing home bed. I'd rather remember him as he was and the times I had with him. Telling me stories of his time in the WWI and WWII and his life and when my dad was growing up. He taught me the value of a dollar and what it meant to work for a living. He taught me 'You can't do business off an empty wagon.' It seemed like such a stupid thing to say and I laughed at it. He was good at that. Being able to make people laugh. They were corny sayings but he was saying them to make people laugh. God I'm crying as I type this. Just remembering everything. I haven't cried like this since my sister got married. You don't really know how you're going to feel until it happens. Yeah you know they're old but you don't expect them to go so suddenly. My grandfather seemed like he could fight anything, take anything on. But this...I guess it was a fight he couldn't win.