I sat with grandpa this morning and he made it through my visit at least.
I fear he is going to just keep holding on.
It’s been almost a week that he’s gone without any fluids or food. I feel awful about that. It feels like we are torturing him somehow.
I don’t know. He’s “gone” but his body is here. It’s terrible.
I sang to him and played hymns for him on my phone.
I hope it was pleasant for him.
I left him in the hands of my uncle.
As for me, I just ate some lunch, and now I’m going to take a nap. Three hours of sleep (or a little less), did not cut it at all for me.
I have a headache again even.