My grandpa keeps hanging on, but he’s unresponsive and just suffering at this point.
He can’t eat or drink so he’s just suffering.
I hate it.
I hate that he is just lingering.
I’m ready for God to take him.
This is terrible.
I’m trying to be calm, but I’m not.
I have to go to the store to pick up a picture for the funeral home to eventually use, and I am not in the mood. At all.
I just want to take meds and curl into a ball. Probably not the healthiest reaction, but I’m over it.
My head is screaming.