Granddad's health has taken a nose dive within a 24 hour time span. I just spent the weekend with my family. With my grandparents. With my out of state family. He had a rough week, but by Sunday he seemed to be somewhat better. This afternoon I'm told he's incoherent has overly laborious breathing and has been catheterized. Tomorrow he will likely be moved into the hospice floor of the hospital.
There are so many emotions I have, as does my family. Too many to try to capture in this post.
My sunshine is scarce today. My prayer for my family is that joy will come in the morning.
...weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.