So I really hope that my grandfather makes it until Christmas. He has brain and lung cancer and we only found out not more than a year already. They’re already planning his funeral and I’ve been out of state so I’ve seen him select times every visit. He’s just withering away. In a way I’m glad I’ve been away only because i didn’t have to witness his chemo and surgery, but now I have to see the worst part of it all; him on his death bed or him dead. I’ve never lost anyone like this before and it’s ripping me to shreds.