My grandfather is so strong. He came thisclose to death yesterday, but he is still alive today. They put him on full medical support after what was a very, very difficult episode for all of us, so that's pretty much what's helping him stay alive now. I don't know. I think if I were already that close to going, I wouldn't want any more help..I would just want to drift off. My aunts and uncles don't quite know what to do...whether to keep giving him the medical support or not. But I think the general consensus is to keep giving him the best we can for as long as we can. Just to have him around that much longer. Yesterday we actually thought he'd passed on for a minute, so we read the Fatihah for him. But he was still alive! It's quite funny now that I think of it. I don't know, maybe I'm just looking for something to lighten the situation. Although you really can't. When I am calm, and not by his side, I think that I have come to terms with it, and then when it finally happens, I will accept it. But I know that when I'm faced with the moment, I will just break. I know this because that's what happened yesterday. Yesterday was probably one of the toughest evenings of my life. It was downright harrowing. I wish I knew what was in store for him now. If he will go, or if he will remain like this for awhile. I don't know why I want to know, or why it should matter...I guess I'm just being selfish because I think knowing will help me deal. You know, I'm quite morbid. In the midst of it all yesterday, I was also trying to sense whether Izrail was around. Forgive me. I just want to know.