Not one problem stays constant. Not recently at least. Things turn around one moment and then they do 180 and come back to bite me. Maybe that's one thing I should love about life, but sometimes I don't know. All these changes makes it hard for one to really realize what's going on, but this just may be a way of life letting me know I shouldn't worry about what's going to happen next or when it's going to happen. Maybe that's it, but doesn't mean I have to enjoy that fact, correct?

So I guess life can sabotage my ill grandfather at any moment in time with out even a warning.

So I may need to let go of him, love him as much as I can, and find my loved ones once they're gone so they can comfort me..... or at least try.