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My grandfather is very sick. His heart is being stopped by the doctors right now. He is on eight medicines and been in pain for three weeks. My great grandfather also has a bad heart. Grandpa hates to admit that he hurts or is sick. My grandparents took care of me for years when it was my dad's time to have me. At one point I had a room in their house and clothes there. My grandparents have always defended and protected my side of the story with my dad. We have inside jokes and games and shows we watch. Their house is the most comfortable place after my mom's house. They are so dear to me and I can't imagine my dad's side of the family without either of them. I know that God is holding onto him and it is the only thing that keeps me from crying.