Thanks everyone.

He is doing well. I'm not sure what his emotional state is but he is stable. Turns out he is really lucky. He took the wrong pills - he took his morning pills which mostly consist of calcium and vitamins. It still made him incredibly sick and his intentions were still there, but he is very, very lucky he didn't take his nighttime pills. Or I should say WE are lucky because he would be dead.

I hope I'm not selfish but I am not ready to say goodbye to him. I've never had someone really close to me pass away and I don't want to know how it feels. My uncle Joel passed but he lived on the other coast of the country so we weren't as close as my grandpa and I are.


At the same time it pains me because if that's what he wanted... I just wish he wasn't so unstable.

*SIGH* Is it bad of me to think like that?