So this morning

Grandpa's low blood pressure made him collapse in the toilet room and block the door with his body. So we called the ambulance and the fire department, who undrilled the luvers and removed the screen after climbing up a ladder then went through and got him out. we cleaned him up, and moved him to the hospital for a check up. At 7 in the morning. Luckily, he didn't bump his head or anything in the fall, so only his pride was wounded. This time.

He's been getting weaker and weaker, last week he briefly hallucinated about being back in the boyscouts, the week before he could barely get out of bed...

I know that it's inevitable, that he's going to die. I just can't bear watching it happen. However, I owe it to the old man to be there for him until the time comes, because I know he'd do the same for me.

But that doesn't make this any less depressing, I won't lie.