A few weeks ago on Sunday my father told me that my grandpa was on hospice and he was dying. It waas the morning after my bodybuilding show, he didt wanna tell me before bvecause he was afraid it wqoulsd break my concentration. I'm gtlad he had waited for that. Anyways, he told me that he was going to see him one last time this weekend and asked me if I would go with him, so I did. I was kind of looking forward to it, but also dreaded going down there onm that 10 hr drive to Naples, FL. Well I just went this weekend, God it was tough. He could hardly stay awake to see us because he was on so many anxiety pills. I could never imagine the anxiety of wondering everytime you went to sleep if you'd wake up or not. He is 84 years old. His heart is beating weak and it could be any day now. A little background about him, we were pretty tight. He taught me alot and I was w/ him almost everyday of the summers. He gave me my first jobs working for him helping him rebuild apartments and such that he owned. I did their lawnwork and ate lunch w/ him almost everyday and went swimming over at their house since they had a pool. I could hardly look at him this weekend, it was rough seeing him in the shape he was in. Anytime he was awke he was just looking at me, probably trying to live all the memories we had together one last time, he was looking at my dad too. He just turned 84 a few days ago, we showed up Sat morning w/ borthday cake and champaigne to surprise him and my grandmother, nobody knew about our trip. So we spent as much time as we couldf together w/ him Sat and then it was time to sday goodbye. He kept fallign asleep from all the anxiety pills and we could hardlyu talk to him. So then it happened, time to go. He was asleep in his recliner, hooked up tyo an oxygen tank and such, I shouted out" Grandpa, You take care of yourself, there will be more 5 min jobs for us in the distan tfuture" He burst out crying and told me "have a good life, I love you" and me and my dad hugged him and left. Got drunk as **** last night and tionight , trying to deal w/ it. God dmanit ,it was the hardest trip I ever made!! I mean, it's bad when someone dies ok, but when you know its you ultimately last time seeing them and you giotta say goodbye, god damn it hurts. Cherish the ones that are cklosest to you guys, yoiu never know when its gone for good. Thanks guyas, Satcked