Sick Gramps
I’m in Michigan with my sick gramps. He’s not looking too good. The guy in the bed next to him died yesterday and the nurses had to bring in a metal tray and scoop him out of the bed, and take him down to the morgue. My gramps didnt recognize me, and the doc gives him between 2 days and a few weeks, max. But he’s not appearing to be in any pain, and that’s good. This whole trip so far has been really eye-opening. I have never seen a man die in front of my eyes before. It’s a damned profound thing..
1 year ago