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My Grandad is in hospital in Dublin at the moment because he has been having problems with his lungs recently. I don’t know how bad it is but I know that he’s been deteriorating hugely over the last year or two and it’s been accelerating recently. He’s 92(soon 93) and up until the last couple of years he was the fittest elderly man I’ve ever known. At 90 he’d still always get up at 9 am sharp and then go to the shops and go to Mass without even using a walking stick and he wouldn’t be tired after it. Then he’d have to collect me later from school later in the day. He could go up and down the stairs fine. He’s lived with us since my Gran died(a few years before I was born) but he used to go back up to his house on weekends pretty much ever single weekend in my life(besides when he was away or something). But in the last few years he’s gotten much worse and now he doesn’t go to his house on weekends, he can’t walk without a walking stick, we had to install a chairlift on the stairs for him when he never needed one up to 90, he seemed always out of breath and he often didn’t get up out of bed until very late in the day. Now he’s in hospital and even though with the oxygen he can breath better now, he’s gotten even more immobile in the few weeks he’s been up there.
I’m really worried about him and just thinking about how the strong man I grew up knowing is deteriorating so fast is killing me. Thinking that the same man who would collect me as a little kid and be as fit in his 80s as most people are in their 50s could be dying makes it hard to hold back the tears. Imagining that the man who was always in the sitting room by the fire might never be sitting there again soon enough is the most horrible thing ever. Up until he was 90 he was one of probably the fittest men of his age on the planet but now his age has caught up with him and I’m still shocked.
Sorry for going on so long, this is just really depressing and I hope that you guys will pray for him.
I’m really worried about him and just thinking about how the strong man I grew up knowing is deteriorating so fast is killing me. Thinking that the same man who would collect me as a little kid and be as fit in his 80s as most people are in their 50s could be dying makes it hard to hold back the tears. Imagining that the man who was always in the sitting room by the fire might never be sitting there again soon enough is the most horrible thing ever. Up until he was 90 he was one of probably the fittest men of his age on the planet but now his age has caught up with him and I’m still shocked.
Sorry for going on so long, this is just really depressing and I hope that you guys will pray for him.
