Everytime I get together with my family, I write about how much I enjoy it, the company, getting to see all the relatives again, especially the cousins, the food, etc. I never comment on my grandparents though. Both sets of my grandparents are pretty active in their lives. They still drive, healthy for the most part, very active in all our lives. I still see them as "young," sometimes I still view my grandfathers as the indestructable beings who will live forever and ever and ever. Imagining life without them doesn't seem possible. They're just way to young to have any major health issues. But alas, I've been given a huge dose of reality. Last week, my dad's father had to go in for pace-maker replacement surgery, the way it was going, it was surprising that he was still moving. Yesterday, my mom's father had a TIA...almost like a stroke. He lost the mobility of his left side. He went to the hospital and when I went to see him, he suddenly looked old to me. It was so hard to see him like that, it just didn't seem possible that MY grandfather was in the hospital. He's still stubborn. Still thinks he can do things on his own and he's fine. Such is not the case. He couldn't even get up and out of the bed without my help...of course, his pride is in his way and he wouldn't allow me to help him. After a minute or two of struggling, he finally allowed me to "help" him out. He assumed that he'd be ok, since they took all sorts of tests and didn't find anything and he'd be able to go home the next morning. After we left, sometime late that nite/early this morning, he suffered a stroke. Today, they ordered more xrays and tests and they're keeping him till Sunday. Even when he does get released Sunday, he can't go home. He has to go to a rehab place in Berkeley. Something I KNOW he doesn't want to do. He's still stubborn. My aunt kept telling him today he has to let people help him, he hated that and he started crying. ::sigh:: I hate that this is happening, but I know it's one of those things that just has to happen. I hate that Uncle Gary, Auntie Annie, and Christina are in Asia. I hate that Auntie Bobbie, Uncle Dave, Derek, and Daryl aren't here either. I hate knowing that the Drs say there's nothing that can be done. I hate that HIS dr. is on vacation now, even tho I'm sure he deserves it. I hate having everything up in the air. But then again, I love knowing God has everything in control. I just have to keep reminding myself that. That, and I nor anyone else can change anything. There may not be a reason to everything that we know of, but God knows all. Thank you to all of you who have been praying for my grandpa and my family. I really appreciate it. Please also remember to pray for Sandy's grandma who isn't doing well either. The next few weeks are going to be intense and indecisive for all of our families...especially with so many of us who will be away....