Mike and I watched a movie on Friday and one of the previews shown before the movie was for a really sappy sad movie. I said to Mike, “I probably won’t be seeing that one. I don’t really care to pay money to feel sad.” Real life gives us enough reasons to feel sad.

My grandpa is very sick right now. So sick that the medical professionals have sent him home to be cared for by hospice. He doesn’t have many days left on this earth. Mike and I went to visit him today, along with my mom and siblings and all the kiddos. We chatted about sudoku puzzles and hospital food. The kids were adorable entertainment, as always. We had a nice time.

I hate goodbyes. I am not terribly close to my Grandpa Morris, but I realized today that I love him more dearly than I knew. He is loving, generous, and thoughtful. He has the gift of hospitality and he truly enjoys being surrounded by family. It was great to see the joy on his face at having us all there in his home. It was painful to see the sadness in his eyes as we said our goodbyes. It was so hard to say goodbye. I hate goodbyes.

I hate goodbyes.