Hey everyone...
So...I just found out from my parents that my grandfather (my father's father) died in the hospital.
He had been struggling with his health for a long time. A year, maybe two years. But recently, it worsened, and he spent a month in the hospital unconscious after a seizure.
He had numerous hemotherapy sessions, biopsies...there are too many to mention. But it all started when two doctors screwed up on medications whose ingredients caused a bad reaction, which worsened his already fragile health.
I'm going to miss him. He was my grandfather, after all. I was close to him. He helped me prepare for my exams in elementary school. It was fun going on vacation with him; he always told me all sorts of facts about the places he'd visited.
I guess...it's better that it is this way? At least he's no longer suffering and is in a better place.
I don't know how I'll cope with November 1st, "All Saints' Day." In my country, it's a day when we visit the graves of our loved ones, light candles, and pray.
I love you, Grandpa... I'll never forget you.
***(As for my books, I won't give them up. Writing helps me. But please be patient with me.)***