My grandfather was admitted to the hospital on Wednesday. He was diagnosed with pneumonia, suffered a heart attack, and a brain stem stroke. While he is still choosing to fight, the battle for life appears to be a heavy one. He is truly the strongest man I've ever known.
My aunt has reported that while in and out of consciousness, he has been reaching for things. To comfort him, and to bring a piece of Sarah and I close (since we are both currently in Korea), she brought him our stuffed animals. The ones we've had since the day we were born.
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