That night before I left I gave grandpa a hug, as best as one can give while someone is lying in a bed. He grabbed my right arm. He squeezed and held it so tightly. The world stopped spinning for several moments. He was telling me something. I’ve tried so hard to figure out what he was saying,
that he loves me?
that I am supposed to look after my dad?
that we must be brave.
I kissed his forehead, goodbye.
