My Grandpa

My Grandpa is in the hospital today. He has Pneumonia. He is such a fighter he may pull through but he is 90 and he says hes ready to die.

I am trying to decide if I want to go see him. Its raining and cold today. I don't want to go out in this by myself with the babies but at the same time if he doesn't make it through the night.... I will be sad that I didn't get to say goodbye.

I am so sad. I was already sad but now I am overwhelmed with sadness.

My Opa is the only real grandpa I have. My moms dad is bi poler and I see him about once every 5 years. But Opa, he has always been there. I remember when I was little and I would ask him if I could have a sip of his beer. He would always say no because we are not blood related (he is my dads step dad). But I would persist and he would end up giving me some. He still sometimes trys to say that he is not my real grandpa but I don't care. He is. I always scold him.

A while back I thought that he was not going to make it but he has fought and made it a year and a half. So I don't want to be too dramatic but... I love him and I will miss him.