I Hate Games

Garth's grandpa is NOT doing well, at all. He had a couple more little strokes overnight, & now can't move/use his right arm OR talk. Garth's aunt & uncle are coming in from Edson tonight, they are leaving in about half an hour. I'm not sure if any of the cousins are coming (3 live out in Alberta, all with spouses & kids, plus my BIL & his family). I think they'll see closer to Christmas Day or depending on Grandpa. Lucy is pretty upset, obviously, she called to get me to cancel some appointments for her. Garth went upstairs when I told him, he said he was going to have a nap before work, so yeah. I really hope he gets better. He does have a corrated artery, but they won't do the surgery he needs because of his age/stability right now. He's pretty weak from the 3 or 4 strokes he's had since Sunday. That's it for now. We play the waiting game. I hate waiting, be it good or bad. This type of waiting, well, it really sucks. I think some of us have, not given up, but are anticipating the worst. Yes, it does have to happen sometimes, as Lucy said, we can't keep him around forever. But at the same time, that stubborn, 3 year old in me WANTS to be able to do that. I don't WANT to say goodbye, or let go, or give up hope. I WANT him to get better, come home & being the usual jokester he is. Life really is unfair, isn't it?