This past week we went to my hometown to spend time with my grandfather. On Tuesday, he was diagnosed with melanoma and they’ve decided to forgo aggressive treatment. Barring a miracle, we only have a few months with him. It wasn’t unexpected, but it’s hard. How can he not be there, for always? It doesn’t seem possible.

Last fall, I got a Legacy Journal from the Christian Grandparenting Network. We didn’t have time over Christmas to start it, but this week I was able to sit with my grandpa and record some of his thoughts and memories. Of course, get viagra australia there were numerous attempts to find a solution that would be effective through oral intake of prescribed medicine. So, we can undoubtedly say that this medication can be consumed even by buy levitra those who do not have sexual problems. So, it is not usually a question of pride for cialis online the men. This can be dangerous, as for example, buy viagra from india is available with the branded drugs and will be known in different names. I found out about my grandparent’s first date and first kiss, which wasn’t as icky as it sounds. I heard about my great uncle Floyd falling into the sewer creek, which is as icky as it sounds.

My grandpa is technically my step-grandfather, my mom’s step-father. But even there is no shared DNA, he is my family, my heritage, my history. Even though his name isn’t in my family tree, he is so much a part of who I am. He is a gentle, funny, loving, faithful man. He is solid and true and I just can’t imagine him gone.