So today, my friend found out his grandpa isn't doing well and only has a few weeks left to live, and my friend is moving to Whistler to work so he probably wont get to see him again after today. This all reminded me of how when my grandpa died, which was on June 28th this year (my birthday), I never went to go see him in the hospital before he died. The last time I saw him was probably a month or two before he died. I thought it was a good idea to not go in and see him because he was doing pretty bad and I didn't want that image to be what I remembered him like. But, thinking back, I really wish I did go in and say goodbye one last time. It's really getting to me. Just needed to come let this out somewhere.