It's getting harder...

As of about ten minutes ago my grandpa was rushed to the hospital again. He couldn't breathe because his sugar was out of whack. This is becoming pretty routine, he gets home from the hospital and within a week needs to be rushed right back in. But he doesn't want us to see him like that, in the bed with all the tubes and everything. It's getting harder and harder. It has been going like this since last summer. Before I went to Europe I told him that he better be here when I get home. All I could think about was him and how he was doing. Now as I leave for college in three days, I worry because I want to be here. I want him to still be here when I get home. I know it is taking a toll on my Grandma, shes caring for him all by herself 24/7. We offer to help but she wants to do everything herself. It has aged her a lot and shes always tired. I hate to think this way, but I think it's getting close to the end, with his conditions getting worse. I know this is probably depressing to read about, but this is my blog and my life. I have always had a strong connection with him and I don't know what I'll do without him.