It's MY story, and it's nothing like yours.

Good thing my grandma didn't put off visiting to some other day.

My granduncle's gone.
Just saw him all frail in bed this afternoon. Finally, I see and fully comprehend what "a bag of bones" means. The ribcage was where there used to be a stomach.sunken cheeks.just SKIN and BONES. There were several times he took such deep breaths I was afraid it'd be his last.

An all too familiar sight. Just a bit more haunting because he did looked worse than my grandfather.

posted by yz @ 10:01 PM