My friends. I try to keep my blog happy and positive... but you guys are my friends, and I can't hide my sadness anymore. My grandpa is dying. I've been visiting him in the hospital every day. He's fading away. I cry constantly. My family cries together. We don't know what to do. There's nothing we can do. Just be with Grandpa (my Dad's dad) and keep loving on each other. Please pray for him that he is comfortable and not feeling the pain that to us looks so obvious. Pray that my grandma's big strong heart and bedside love keeps giving Grandpa the will and strength for each day that remains, and for our big family, that our breaking hearts last another day. We're about to lose our daddy, our joy, our pop, our storyteller, our politcal synic, our "does word searches with a ruler", our "calls Grandma boss and human vice", our "8 pillows for one person", our "toots and blames it on me", our chocolate bar giver, our dog re-namer, our "unborn baby gender guesser", our hairstyle critic, our frank-truth teller, our wire-stripper, our tin can finder & crusher, our team leader, our room at the end of the hall, our lovely guy. So sad. I just wanna lay in his bed with him and cuddle. I'm not re-reading this, or I'll erase it all. Just please pray.