I was asleep when Willy arrived home last night, but woke when he crawled into bed. We stayed up late talking and crying about his weekend. It was beyond tough, as he learned that his father has very little time left. I think that we both knew that this day would come, but pushed those thoughts aside to focus on his fight to health. Unfortunately his body is shutting down, and I am not sure that there is much more the doctors can do.

Willy said his goodbyes before he left, uncertain if we would be to make it back to see him again. It was hard to hear this, knowing that I wasn’t there to support him through this, but also that I might not get to do the same. We are planning to go back this weekend, but that seems a long way off.

I don’t know what to do now. I am trying to find some resources to help Woo, but drawing a blank. He knows that his Grandfather is sick, but I don’t know how to talk to him or what else to do/say. Goose is so young, but perceptive that we can’t forget her too.

Willy did have some good talks with his family, and knows that they will support each other through this. He also mentioned that he found a way to get away and focus on other things when the hospital became too crowded. I was excited to hear that he indulged on some retail therapy! Sadly, he is not very good at it, buying everything on sale and spending less than $50. I’ll have to give him some pointers.