The Hardest Toll to Pay

About 2 days ago, I got word that my granddad [my dad's dad] has lymphatic cancer or something along those lines and that he is also having kidney failure and other complications. So my dad and one of his sisters left Atlanta this morning for Charleston, SC to go see him. Well while talking to my mom she told me that the doctors have told my father that he is not going to make it and all they can do is give him medicine to help with the pain. Now when I was talking to my mom, she told me that my dad cried about it and that he is having a hard time coming to terms with it but he'll be okay. The fact that my granddad is dying hasn't hit me yet but the fact that my dad was crying killed me. Its something about a man crying that tears me apart on the inside. The fact that its my father rips me to pieces inside-out. I guess its because men are supposed to be strong and sturdy and emotionless. In my mind, it must take alot to get him to that point. But I've said all this to say, be strong daddy!. I love you!.