"I was working at the diner, and I looked up and there he was. Sitting at the counter, staring at me. He told his other buddies with him ‘I’m gonna marry that girl’, and from then on we just clicked. We’ve fit together perfectly all 60 years. He’s been my whole life."
the man in that bed isn’t really who my grandfather is. the man in that bed is cloudy from constant drugs and tainted by hospital depression. he doesn’t want this and it kills me to see him so far under. i miss him.