My grandfather has been in the ICU since Saturday night. Paw Paw has had a weak heart for as long as I can remember. He had his first heart attack in 1993 and has gone through several surgeries, procedures, and more heart attacks since then. Yesterday, the doctors told us there was nothing more they could do for him. They've moved him into a room so we can spend more time with him.
I am a fragile person. I get upset when I run over frogs. I try to save insects that land on my windshield. My heart can't handle any more sadness this week. After saying goodbye to my sweet Indiana, I had no idea things could get worse. My grandpa asked his pastor to be ready for his funeral. He's giving up and there's nothing we can do. So, we're all trapped in the waiting room and dreading what might come next.
Things will get better eventually. They have to.
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