Dec 30, 2005 23:56
You never know when someone is about to die,
but when you are perpare for death
at the end you feel that you never were ready
and it ruins the way you live life.
We're all crowded around him, watching him die. We tell him " I Love You " but he can bearly respond but you can tell his listening and thinking that he loves us back. He never lost his sense of humor or his love for ice cream.
Te quiero mucho abuelo