My Lovely Grandpa

Toward the end of 2024, we started noticing my grandpa had started to forget simple things and mumble his words sometimes. He went to the doctor in October, and that’s when he was diagnosed with terminal glioblastoma. Unfortunately, the tumors were already so big that the doctors only gave him a couple of months to live. 

It was heartbreaking watching my grandpa decline so progressively to the point he couldn’t remember how to turn the TV on and couldn’t remember me as his grandchild. The decline was so rapid that none of my family expected it, and the next thing we knew, he was heading to hospice. 

The heartbreak I had to watch my family go through was unbelievable and so difficult, and seven months later, on May 25, 2025, I lost my grandpa to this cancer, and I miss him every day. Before this, my grandpa was an active, healthy 80-year-old, and now he’s an angel.

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