When I looked at grandma not long after grandpa had come in. When I looked at him, he smiled and then asked, "so how is my grandson?"
"Great," I said while looking at him. When I looked at him as he walked to the couch, he sat close to grandma, and then he asked, "why are you looking at me like that, Joe? I am fine."
"No. I need to know the whole truth about what is happening. I could see blood on handcraft," I said while looking at him.
"Simon, time to tell this to Joe," grandma said. When I looked at grandpa he shook his head, and then he said, "Joe, be calm."
"Ok," I said, and when he looked into my eyes, he said, "I have a few months of life left."
"What?" I scream and when I got up and come closer to him, he smiled and then said, "I'm dying. Cancer is killing me. I will try to be alive to see two things."
"Oh, which are," I asked while holding his shoulders.
