Apparently my grandpa is still with us somehow.
He’s a fighter.
I am gutted that he continues to suffer, but I know that God has a plan in everything.
I am on shift again this morning to sit with him.
I have mixed feelings. I hope he finds release, but I’m terrified of it happening while I’m here.
I know there’s a good chance that it could.
I’m as prepared as I can be, and I have therapy today, so at least I’ll be able to process.
It’s all good.
I’m just… trying to be at peace.
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