I thought about you today Grandpa. It hurts still. I remember before you died, you told me I'd find that person who thought the same as you. Someone who thought I was strong and smart and pretty; I'd find someone who thought I was enough. Well, I did find him grandpa. I love him deeply even though I'm pretty sure he doesn't love me the same way. He thinks I'm strong and smart and pretty, just like you did Grandpa. He believes I'm enough, that I am great the way I am. He's dying though.... I've had him for so little time and there isn't much left. I'm trying to live for the time I have with him, trying so hard not to let him see how much I'm struggling. He's struggling too, pretending to everyone else he's okay. I see his tears, I see the days he's lost. I tell him it's okay, he's a good person despite the bad things he thinks he's done. It's okay to not go through that last round of chemo that won't work anyway, it's okay to be selfish and live for himself a little. I tell him its