Name: Rachel 
I drove home today. It’s not that long of a drive. Anyways, my grandfather has cancer and he’s not doing so well. Tomorrow is his birthday and if the worst does happen this year and I missed this birthday I’d never forgive myself. I feel bad enough that I don’t write him letters or call him. I never know what to say to him, but at least I can be there.
The man is almost 90 something was going to get him some day, but most of me still is having trouble believing it. I mean just a few years ago he had brain surgery and came out of it better than he had been before. He’s a cockroach, it seemed like nothing would get rid of him. I guess it still hasn’t hit me even though we’ve been dealing with this for 6 months.
