I don’t care if I look shitty, ugly, etc. This man is my 92 year old Grandfather. He was there through it all, the time of financial problems with my parents, I spent days and nights with him, alone, cold, and hungry. He protected me, patted my back as a baby, and I was only good for him. He was there when I was 5 and had no one. My mom was struggling, my dad was gone from me, etc. Then at 9 when I got abused until age 11, he taught me to fight for myself and he never let me get hurt. I know his life isn’t going well, and I know heart failure will get him. But I’ll make sure to keep him alive like he kept me alive. Because if he goes, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. This man isn’t just my grandfather, he isn’t just my best friend, he’s my fucking hero. And I love him with everything I have.
I’m so glad he’s still alive. I’m scared of losing him.