heavy hearted

Wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days? Always a bigger bed to crawl into Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything? And everybody believed in you? Ah, to be young again and not have to worry about everything. My heart and mind is a million miles away across the ocean to my grandfather´s hospital bed. They don´t think he will make it through. It´s times like these that I absolutely despise living abroad...but there is nothing I can do but have Faith that God will take care of him and my only prayer is that he doesn´t suffer. I really wish I could hold his hand one last time. I´m thinking of you grandpa and I love you so much. Go with God. Love you always. Sara