So I found out last Wendsday my great grandpa (well, if we want to be technical, he's my ex-step-great grandpa, but that doesn't make a difference to me) is in the hospital, and is not expected to live. I found out last Wendsday night at prayer meeting when my mom prayed for him. I hadn't heard yet, so I kinda made an idiot of myself by bursting into tears in the middle of the meeting. But I did manage to hold it together 'til the end of the prayer. I'm not sure how old he is, but he's definitly not middle-aged anymore. He has Altzheimers, and doesn't remember who I am. That's the hardest part for me, knowing that the man who has been like a grandpa to me (my grandpa on my dad's side passed away when I was about five, and I've only met my mom's dad once in my life) doesn't even recognize me. I haven't seen him like five years, but he was looking at a photo album with my grandma, and came to a picture of me and my half sister on Santa's knee. He said something along the lines of "Now there's Beckah.... who's that little girl?" My grandma told him "That's Evelyn," and he just said "Evelyn.... Evelyn...." with this look on his face that said "Who the heck is she?" He's been going downhill for quite some time now, I probably should have seen it coming. If he does pass away, I doubt I'll be able to attend the funeral, what with the price of airline tickets. I do fly out there every three months to see my dad, but he's extremly territorial about me and his time with me. Like I said, these are ex-steps we're talking about, and he seems to think that since they're outta his life, they should be outta mine. And if the funeral happens to not be when I'm out there, well, that's that. Sorry to get so long winded, I just needed to talk. For those of you who pray, please pray for me and my family.