bad..

"His heart is pretty bad...", this sentence keep repesting over and over again in my head.

"Be prepared that his heart may cause him problem again and that he may need to be admitted again."

Grandpa still looks good to me. He is eating well, just abit lazy and refused to go for walks.

I can't feel much. No tears, no thoughts. Maybe thats what they called it, denial stage.

I dunno where my feelings and thoughts are now. Just nowhere near me.

I just want grandpa to go home..

Soon..