He had lung cancer, he was working in an acid factory without protection when he was young. He also smoked a lot. He lost his mind 2-3 weeks ago and we went to the hospital, they let us go the first week, we fed him with special food, give him medication, do whatever we could do to make him happy etc.
The second week, he got worse so we took him to the hospital, I was alone with my aunt (mother's aunt) for 2 weeks. I could see my parents only on Sundays and at mornings. My mom always left me my lunch, made me breakfast, prepared my clothes and woke me up before going back to hospital.
And the bad news came to me yesterday. The bell ringed, I opened the door and my mom, my dad, aunt, sister and others came in. I thought he was rescued and fine, I sat next to my mother, asked where my grandfather was. My aunt explained everything, I didn't knew I would get so emotional. I was really missing crying on someone's shoulder 4 times until I fall asleep. I had to go to school to give the "Lost Cat" papers I printed to my friend. She had lost her kitten. I blacked out in school so my mother picked me up from school nurse. I still don't feel good about this. I hope he is in a better place right now.
11.10.2018
Rest in Peace, my sweet grandpa.
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