Life.

Recently, I have been having a lot of time to think about life. Mine, those nearest and dearest to my heart, and those I just pass on the street. I think about how touchy life is. My roommate was telling me just yesterday about how someone she went to high school with is going jail. We see news about different foreign conflicts everyday. We hear about births, miscarriages, deaths. I find myself struggling to keep up with it all. Just about an hour ago, I found out that my grandpa is in the hospital...again. This is something that happened very frequently at the start of the school year, but he was doing so much better. It had been months since the last time he was in the hospital (on Thanksgiving). This man, who has been a rock through most of my life, is suffering. This man who used to wake me up for church on Sunday mornings with a whisker rub to the face, who used to do word puzzles with me, can't even go down the stairs to sleep anymore. My hopes are that this is the last time he has to go to the hospital, that he becomes able to breathe and move more than just a few steps before becoming winded. 

I have found myself taking life for granted. I act as though life will never come to an end, for anybody. My biggest fear is that my grandfather is going to get worse, and I won't be able to be there for him, or do anything about it...I guess we will have to see where life takes us...