This week has been all about my grandfather whose health has taken a turn for the worse.  A lot of trips to the hospital (65 miles each way) after work, usually every night or at least every other night.  Saw some family that I hadn't seen in a while (main cousin growing up who I haven't seen in years).  Brothers were good enough to make it down.  Been watching a lot of EKG tracings, respirations, oxymeter readings and the like for a number of days in a row.  He's up, he's down, sometimes awake, sometimes asleep, but mostly in the middle, agitated that he can't leave and being extremely weak and fighting all week long.  It's been like watching a marathon across a desert. 

Thoughts and prayers go out to him.  Another week of visits.  Another day at a time.

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He has passed.  He will be missed.