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i love him. my great-grandpa. now i might lose him. why? i dont think i can take much more loss. it's taking its toll. he is 98 years old and still has a ahnd shake grip stronger any 45 year old man. he just lays there in that hospital bed as up beat as ever. he layed there without a shirt on. and all i could think to myself was how skinny he is. how frail he looks, and how unfair it is. how did that crazy old cowboy i was shorting shotguns with last week turn into that sickly old man lying naked in that horrible hospital bed. all he ever wanted was to die at home in his shop, wearing his hat and boots with that pistol strapped to his side. now what? IV's and whitewalls where eveything smells like nothing. that empty nothingness. its not fair.
this week is like the never ending week of hell.
when will it all just be over?
this week is like the never ending week of hell.
when will it all just be over?