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Hospice has been called in for my grandfather. They don't know when, but it could be very soon. We all keep randomly crying, but it's really a good thing. He's not in that body anymore. He's not himself. He's unhappy, he tells us that he wants to die. He's stopped eating, which they say is a sign. It's close. And I'm sad, but at the same time, I'm not. It's time.
It's times like this when you find out who's there for you, and who's just in it for themselves.
It's times like this when you find out who's there for you, and who's just in it for themselves.