"A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar. They're worth so much more after I'm a goner. And maybe then you'll hear the words I've been singin'. Funny, when you're dead, how people start listenin'." - The Band Perry/Sam Tsui (Cover) If I Die Young
Grandpa's been home a couple days. They're keeping him in the TV room, since he's bed ridden. So we only keep one or two lamps on at all times, since one eye is permanently dilated (after one of the caretakers dropped him and he hit a door) and light gives him headaches.
I don't know why my uncles said he looked better, if anything, he looks older, sadder, thinner, and just worn out.
His face is so tiny now.
At least he's breathing better. Seems calmer.
They made a mini hospital out of the two rooms, really. The dining room and TV room are connected, and grandpa's oxygen tank is hosed through the little ledge/window behind him, where Jack is.
Jack has been here the past few days. Sleeping in grandpa's old room (yay for spare beds). He set up his work space on the dining room table, computer, laptop and all. I guess that means he's going to be here for a while, which can only mean one thing...
I don't like asking what's going on. I don't want to ask Jack why he's stayed here for the past week and brought his work with him. Why else would he bring and set up a computer and laptop and all his architect stuff? I doubt he's moving back in.
Anyway. That's all. (Watch the vid!)