At the end, my Grandfather was delusional from either the pain or the pain meds. He walked up and down the hospital corridor looking for something familiar.
He didn't know who most of us were, including my mom (his only daughter). He recognized me at times. He kept asking "Matt, when is this plane going
to land?" and "Can you help me find my red bedroom?" It was horrific to be anywhere near that process with a loved one... I cannot imagine
being the one going through it.


