I'm sad.

My grandpa had a stroke last Sunday, and I feel like I'm losing him. Watching him go though this just sucks. I miss the grandpa that used to take me on grand fishing and Huckleberry picking adventures, or the one that used to pick me up every Friday so that I could spend the weekend with him and my grandma. I'm not ready for him to die, it's just too soon. I want him to watch my kids get older, and I want them to have their own special memories of him. But I also don't want him to suffer anymore either. This just stinks!