Shortly after Christmas my grandpa, who has been battling prostate cancer that had spread to his bones, lost his ability to walk and became bedridden. Brighton, my dad, and I decided to head back down to spend some more time with him. B really cheered him up and I was thrilled to get to hang out with my amazing G'folks some more.
The two really entertained eachother and were a riot to watch. Brighton kept inspecting Grandpa's bed and "fixing" various parts of it as the hospice people had obviously not tightened everything to his specifications.
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