Thank you...

Time has come to officially end the blog. It's now very hard to see Dad on a regular basis, which makes it even harder when I do go to see him. I get depressed for days after seeing him in his condition. I only hope God will take him in a kind manner and soon. It is a selfish request, but one that I know he would have wanted. He is gone. I need to move on. Mom still holds on to hope. She doesn't say it, but she still hopes. Someday, I'll look back on the experiences of the last few years and see how I've grown and matured because of it. I hope I can one day speak about Grandpa to Daughter without crumbling in hurt. I hope for a day that he doesn't enter my mind and I don't feel shame for not being able to do something, to have saved him.