Death and Taxes

They say the only constants in life are death and taxes, forget about weight loss, although that has been a constant in my life for many years now. However, my grandfather is passing away. He's not really my grandfather, but has been a part of my family these past 20 or so years and it feels like he's an integral part of my family. I'm so sad about that. Yesterday the doctor said she gave him 24-28 hours to live. I'm not sure how the 4 extra hours came about, but these doctors see this everyday, so it's coming from somewhere.

I just found out that he has been assigned a hospital bed that doesn't work in the leg area. You know that these beds are suppose to be able to lift the top of the body and raise the legs with the touch of a button. Well, the buttons that control the bottom part of the bed don't work or maybe it's the motor. Who knows? I wish I could get him one of those sleep number beds. He looks so frail and hasn't eaten or taken in any liquids for seven days now. The dying process is so amazing! I thought for sure that after three days of no liquids, that would be it, but up until yesterday, his body was still expelling.

On a happy note, my brother and his family visited from out of town this past week and so did my dad. We had a great time together apart from this sadness. We even took family pictures and I don't think my pictures came out all that bad. I could lose about another 30 pounds, but 20 down and 30 to go. I can do it. How the heck are you these days?