I just got back from Burlington, where I visited my grandfather, who was hospitalized earlier this week. He's not doing well, and it's basically come down to how long he can hold on. He's not going to leave the hospital. I stopped up to say goodbye for the last time, and to give him some comfort. I was only there for a couple minutes, and it was incredibly hard. He was under the impression that the room was on fire and that he needed to get out. I just didn't know what to say, or what to do.
I visited Sarah shortly after, and we talked for a little while, which was comforting. I think that it was just good to get my mind off of everything for a little while, but it was still difficult. I'm not sure how long he's going to hold on. One thing's for sure, I would hate to go out like he is. It's too painful to watch.