My grandpa called me today and talked to me for a good amount of time. He just got home from the hospital because his body is breaking down on him one by one. I cant tell anyone how much it hurt me to hear all of this. He is the man that made me who I am today. The Strongest person ive known. He told me about all his sicknesses and told me about his worst one. Depression. Hes been trying to survive day by day, and he comes home to a empty house that was once full. His Wife left him, his daughter is living on her own now and he comes home to nothing. He told me this hurt him the most. I wish i could do so much more than i can. It kills me inside to think about how much hes hurting right now. And i sit here, unable to do nothing because i cant think about anything else.




