My grandfather went to the hospital today for an assessment, and they’ve decided that he needs to be admitted for palliative care.

That sums up to he’s not coming home, and it’s a matter of keeping him comfortable. The nurses and doctors have predicted that he won’t be around for much longer.

At this point, having gone through the same with my father, I’ve come to terms with it. I knew before most of the people involved, and I guess that just gave me more time to accept it. There’s a point the human body reaches where it’s clear there’s no recovering.

What this means is, we won’t be taking care of him anymore, and as much as I’d like to say we could have gone on like that, we really couldn’t. He’s in a place now where he can be taken care of properly, and we are going to be able to pull ourselves back together and get back on track.

I know we’ll be going to see him as often as possible, I just hope the rest of my family will make the time and effort to do the same.