Miss GrandpaI lost my grandpa to Colon Cancer when I was 8 years old. I loved him so much. I remember the last time I saw him. He was in the hospital in a coma and the nurses wouldn't let my dad take me in to see him, he fought with them until they agreed to give us 5 minutes. He was hooked up to so many machines...
That was the last time I saw my Grandpa. He died the next day. In a way I am glad because that meant he was no longer in pain, no longer suffering and could finally find peace.
I still cry 19 years later. I wish I could have gotten to know him so much better. I wish he never had cancer. I wish someone would find the cure.
Hope he's watching down on me.