i remember my grandpa used to go in and out the hospital, he basically went in very much and everytime the doctors always seem to find a new illness and sickness from him.

eventually he was at the least medicated at home and he wasn't really bed ridden, but he needed help anyways

it was such a sad part to remember, but the fact that he was alive in that memory makes it a happy one.

My grandfather will always be part of the greatest mysteries in my life.

I hope he's happy in heaven.