I would still be 20.
Sitting at my grandfather’s bedside listening to him moan in pain for hours was probably the most difficult thing I’ve done in awhile. The worst part of it is that he is still in there. He understands. He hears. But he can’t speak. Age has taken that away from him… If that’s what old age is like, I don’t want it. At this point I wish he would just pass. It would be better than this perpetual hell he lives in day to day. I guess I’m just venting… Facebook and twitter don’t need all my angsty shit… But damn this has been a rough week.