I know this isn’t really the place for deep personal enries but my Grandpa is having his surgery tomorrow and the more hands together the better. I wrote a little about him before actually and he hasn’t really gotten any better at all and has been in the hospital over a month now. The doctors have told us before that he may not survive surgery, but at this point there is no alternative to removing the cancer. I think it may be the doctors way of providing an alternative to additional months of pain and suffering so I really don’t even know what to hope for. What I do know is that whatever the outcome I want to remember him today, in his hospital room, bad mouthing the Blue Jays, and betting against the Sabres and telling his doctor he should be at home studying for tomorrows surgery. I want to remember taking his hand when it was time to leave, telling him that I love him for the second time in 24 years. I want to remember telling him half-hearted that “everything will be O.K.” and looking back at him watching me leave. Things have been tough around here.
May 28, 1999
