So yesterday after picking me up from college, my Mom drove over to my grandfather's apartment to check on him because she hadn't heard from him in awhile. She asked me to come in with her but I was too tired and while I feel terrible to admit it, I don't get along too well with Grandpa. So she made some joke about going in to find his decaying body and I feel asleep in the car... Next thing I know it's like half an hour later and she gets back into the car crying. She found him laying unconsious on the floor and called 911. Apparently he had been there since Monday or Tuesday. The ambulance came and took him to the emergency room. I slept through the whole thing... I feel terrible. I should have gone in with Mom. She needed me to help support her and I wasn't there. She was so shaken up and she feels like the whole thing is her fault and I just want her to stop crying... I spent the rest of the evening in the emergency room while they took him in and out to get tests run etc... He looked terrible. He has a huge sore on one cheek either from falling there or from it rubbing on the floor where he layed. They aren't positive what caused it, none of the tests show anything conclusive. They are leaning towards stroke however due to a slight facial droop. We just got back now from visiting him again... He looks a lot more animated physically but he just isn't quite with it. He is talking about things that make no sense whatsoever... It is rather disconcerting. I don't know what's going to happen to the poor guy. There is no way he can go back to living alone. He's not going to be able to drive anymore either. And he's not going to be happy about either of those facts. Sigh... I am not looking forward to this struggle.

Very sad Huggles.