My grandpa is dying. He chose not to get any more treatment (blood transfusions, etc.) on Saturday. The doctors gave him two days to two weeks. So now I get to sit here with the waiting game playing out before me.
One reason I didn't go to see him yesterday was because Josh was with me, and he already had to spend an entire weekend with my family...and this would have just made an awkward weekend even more awkward. I know as soon as I would have walked into that room, the tears would have started to fall. I hate crying in front of people as it is (even if everyone else is crying, too), and I didn't want him to have to see me like that. I've cried myself to sleep two nights in a row now. I just want him to go...as stupid as that sounds. He's being too strong, and I don't know what he's hanging onto. He struggles to take each breath...struggles to stay alive.
But, on the other hand...my graduation party had a good turn out and it was kind of fun. I think Josh had a good time...although everyone there thought we were dating, which was really funny since we're not at the moment. Who knows what's going to happen with that...
death
