At 2:20 this afternoon my grandfather passed away after 3 months of fighting bowel cancer.

Just got back from the hospital, grandpa hasn’t woken up at all today, he’s very frail. He’s pumped up on morphine and sedatives

His doctor said he probably won’t live past Monday

He’s not in any pain but please pray for him and hope he doesn’t suffer anymore than he already has!

Grandpa to mom this afternoon:

You know, for 10 years since your mom died I’ve been lonely, really lonely but I’ve really looked forward to when Michelle comes and stays over with me. When she’s gone, I’m back to being lonely until when she comes back again. I really enjoy it when she visits me

*sigh*

I’ll miss that and it’s killing me, I just want to spend all the time I have with him

I know people care but when people say to me ‘I hope your grandfather gets better soon’ it seriously gets on my nerves because he won’t, all he is doing is getting worse! There is no ‘better’.

I haven’t updated in a while because basically he’s really bad right now, he’s basically starting to give up and he’s developing a temper and shouts at everyone around him, my mom and aunts have been crying there eyes out because of it.

I spent 4 hours sitting in the hospital with him today and he was hallucinating and shouting, my aunt was getting upset again so she had to walk out

He can’t walk anymore, the muscles that were once in his legs have all wasted away, he can’t even turn himself. Holding a cup proved hard enough *sigh*

I’m leaving the UK in a few months after the eventful time comes, as my mother says ‘you have nothing to stay for in the UK once he’s gone’ and she’s right, I don’t think I could stay here once he’s gone.

Now it’s the countdown