Why does my Grandpa have to suffer like this? Why couldn't he pass in his sleep or something peaceful? He doesn't deserve to have his last weeks/months end this way. Its not fair. Good people suffer all the time, but that doesn't mean I am ok with it. I'm not ok with it. Especially when its my Grandpa, and by extension, my Grammy and my Mom and my Aunts and my siblings and cousins and everyone who knows and loves my Grandpa. You can't know him without loving him. He's really special that way.
"Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake."