Looks like I am going home tomorrow, but not under good circumstances. My grandpa has been moved to hospice care, and I guess that means that he will have less than a week to live. From the urgency in my mom's voice, they don't really think he will live through tomorrow. This is very sad.
My grandpa is a great man. Ever since I was little, he treated me like a princess. Every time I saw him he gave me a couple dollars for 'ice cream' until I was older, then it was more like 5 or 10 for gas. He called me Charlie and loved to talk about sports or politics - basically anything. He used to do this thing where he clapped his hands together and then rubbed them together really fast - it sounded like sand paper - at the end he would smack his lips together and say 'ah!' and laugh. I only have good memories about my grandpa. These next couple days are going to be hard for me - to see him dying and the rest of my family in sadness.
About a week ago, my dad visited him in the hospital before he came down to see me and again my grandpa gave him a Five to give to me, apparently for ice cream. I am not sure I will ever spend that bill.
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So sorry to hear about your grandpa, Jen. If you need anything or want some distraction while you're home, give me a ring. I'm still at my parents' house.
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