Saying Goodbye

My Grandpa is in a heavily medicated coma. He is not expected to live much longer. He fell on Monday going out his back door and hit his head among other things. As of early this morning, his brain is "misfiring." They have put him into this medicated state for 48 hours, and then they'll see if the "rest" they've given his brain has made it so that it can function normally. He's been ill and physically disabled since before I was born. He and my grandmother recently celebrated their 54th anniversary. They have 8 children (all married,) 37 grandchildren, and 9 great-grandchildren with 4 more on the way. We are a close family. Sometimes annoyingly so. Tonight we met at Grandma's house to pray together. The grandsons that hold the priesthood gave Grandma a blessing. It was really neat. No real thought or reason to this post, just a lot on my mind.