My Grandfather had withered away to something like 70 pounds when I went to say goodbye to him in hospice care. I kind of denied that I was even looking at him, until I saw his big strong hands, which remained the same. When I had said goodbye to him, all of my cousins, my Aunts and my Grandmother had already done the same, so part of me wondered if he was waiting for me to drive home from school. So I told him, before I left that it was okay to go. Days went by and he still hadn't gone. Everyone kept telling him it was okay and that everything would be okay, but he refused.
Point Pleasant, NJ