I would like to apologise for not posting anything as regularly as before.
I'm currently going through a tough moment with my family, as my grandfather will die in a few hours.
He had a stroke last week, on Thursday. It was very painful to hear this on the moment, as we didn't know if he would recover. We thought he would, as he woke up Friday evening, was speaking with us and seemed to be better.
This was sadly a false hope.
His health got worse yesterday and today, to the point he can't eat anymore and is on artificial breathing. We gathered today to see him, one or two at the time, and visited him the whole day. He can recognise us, but he is incoherent. We asked him if he wanted to live, and he only shrugged.
The doctors will start to sedate him tonight, slowly bringing him into his final rest. We are here for him, we want him to get better, but the doctors told us that they prefer to be honest and explained that he wouldn't recover. He could be put on a machine that might give him more time, but it would be painful for him, something that none of us want.
In my 23 years of life, I never lost any close member of my family, something that I'm very grateful for, but that record is reaching its end.
At 81 years old, sick since he was ten, he survived and defied the doctors prognosis so many times, that we thought that he would survive anything. We almost lost him on 2016, and he was saved thanks to a pacemaker, but this time will be the last.
As such, I don't feel like writing at all for the moment.
Sorry.
Valexto.