When my grandma suffers, we all suffer.  We experience the same pain, we long for the strength of the past and reflect on the struggles we will carry with us until our last day.

My relationships with people also suffer as I dedicate myself to spending as much time possible with my grandma and my emotions suffer as I lose myself to the impending and overwhelming grief that will consume each and every one of us.

I haven't experienced this kind of hurt in a really long time and I feel helpless knowing that there will be an inevitable, worst kind of heartache.