today was last last day i got to see my grandfather, for the past five days i had been going into the nursing home to visit him before he’d past away. Pappa had a stroke a week ago and only have a while to live. me and the family sat around pappa, each of us held his hand. he wasnt able to say anything or move because he was pumped full of morphine, wanting to let go, but he wasn’t going to go until he saw his grandson ‘Ray’(my uncle). Ray has been in prison for the past for years, he had a choice to see papa either at the funirul or see him today before he died. Ray chose to come before he died. It was hard for the family to see him because of what he did. He had two gaurds holding his arms making sure he couldn’t go anywhere. It was 2:00am before papa past away. we all kissed him on the cheeck and whispered somthing into his ear. All the nurses came in to pay their respects then we all went home. As i got ready for bed i felt a cold rush go past me and i knew that he was whatching over me.