Well my grandpa died last night. He has slowly been dying for the last couple of months from liver cancer. Death is such a terrible suffering in this world. I shared what I could with him about the hope that I hold onto and he had made his choice. I have peace in knowing that he knew his options before making up his mind. I had only had the pleasure of knowing him for three yrs. It was nice knowing him, but in all truth I never really got to know him. When I first met him I was still suffering from bipolar, and I had an episode. What a first impression huh? But we worked it out, and I no longer have bipolar after that year so he was able to meet the real me. Praise Yahweh for that. Then earlier this year I found out that he has liver cancer. Seeing he was an alcoholic it shouldn't be a surprise. Then towards the end everyone including him just waited for him to die. He was ready too..now he got his wish. It is so sad to see that the only hope he had was in the grave. I have been there, but there is real hope. But he made his choice and I love him anyways. I am glad I came on here. I guess I needed to get this off my chest. RIP grandpa no matter how brief it may be.