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I’ve never felt this amount of agony, the amount I felt in the next two months that followed.
We landed in Toronto after what felt like the longest week of our lives. We still managed to enjoy some of our trip and get some pictures. It was sunny and warmer than usual that afternoon. We collected our bags at baggage claim and then headed outside to grab a taxi to go back to my uncle’s house. My mom and dad decided they wanted to go to the hospital as soon as we got home and dropped of our bags.
We all headed to the hospital shortly after getting home. I knew that my grandpa was in bad shape, but I didn’t realize exactly how bad until we got there, and I saw him. In a room surrounded by glass windows and white walls, laying there already so lifeless even though he was alive. He was shrivelled up, so small and so thin, with ventilators attached to him. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I wanted to pinch myself and wake up from this horrifying nightmare, but it was too real. I looked up to see the faces of the rest of my family, only seeing sadness and pain; In this moment I thought to myself why us, why do we have to go through this, what did we do so wrong that we have to suffer through watching someone we love so dearly look like this, suffer like this in his last days on earth.
The next two months he was in the hospital were absolutely gruelling. We were in between moves, so…
