Grandpa's in the hospital. He's been in a nursing home for some time, and apparently he developed a sore that got really big, really fast. Like, as in, going to operate on Thursday, kind of big.
Grandpa's got end-stage Alzheimer's. Has done for some time.
I visited him in the hospital today. He was sleeping. I spoke to him a little, but even if he were awake, I don't think it would have made much of an impression on him. I don't know how much of him is there any more, or when he was last capable of understanding, or any of that. Figured it couldn't hurt anyway.
's times like this make me think of the Buddhist approach to things... I love my grandpa, always have, but I hope like hell that he gets his release soon. I really do. I've hoped that, and prayed that, for some time. He doesn't deserve this. No one does. The wasting-brain diseases are some of the worst ways to go that I can imagine. This man fought in the second World War, laid brick for his family's sake, worked hard all his life so he could finally retire in peace. He doesn't deserve this.
If I ever see Dylan Thomas* afoot in this world I shall give him such a smack.
*'Do not go gentle into that good night / Rage, rage against the dying of the light'
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
