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Yesterday i overheard a patient ask the nurse if he was in heaven yet. I chuckled and then remembered my great grandfather, who is currently struggling through alztimers. He is 93, has been married for 67 years, fathered two children, a grandpa to six, not to mention a great grandfather to four. Everytime we visit, he always had a smile. No matter his health he would get up and offer everyone a drink. He could barely get out of his big comfy chair, but he managed to walk all the way downstairs to the bar area to get his family beer. I remember when he would tell stories about his childhood. He even sang a song in french he had learned in second grade. For a guy who forgets his own family, remebering something like that is incredible. Just lately he was hospitilized. The truth about his disease and the outcome finally hit me. I always thought he was immortal. I feel like i don't see him enough. Somtimes i think that i love to take care of the sick elderly because of him, and my great grandma. They have showed me so much kindness and courage to overcome illness, I want to give back to my community. As i grow older, i hope i am able to show him a great great grandchild. I am in no rush but that would be the most wonderful thing i could do for him. My grandma has already chosen my future husband. I just wonder why she is pushing me to marry. I am only 18 going on 19. Even the whole family was joining in on her journey. I guess the family desperetely needs a little one running around, since the youngest one is Jeff. I think they should get my Uncle Dan first. He is 25, and actually has a career. My mother wants me to wait and my grandma is expecting a little one any time soon. I can't complain, their my family and i love them. To all of you out there i am no where near ready for a kid, but someday when i am happily married i will post pictures.