Think about the Monty Python sketch where the lawyer brings a coffin into the courtroom and can only reply with one knock for yes and two for no. That's what Grandpa's like now. We're waiting for him to die. Now, if that sounds cruel and heartless, Mom thinks he'd like to die, too. And then he will suffer no more. And not suffering is good. And, we can all get back to normal, except for the fact that I won't have any grandparents. Actually, scratch that normal part. We might move into his old condo and sell our dumpy trailer. Mom has $10,000 left to pay on it, and that's what she'll try to sell it for (that is, if Grandpa actually gets around to dying.) Then, she'll pay off the loan, get rid of this piece of crap, and go back to living in a condo again; although this time, it'll be 1 story instead of 2, and my dad and sister won't be there any more (my parents got divorced so we had to move out of the condo. We only moved there because Mom's parents lived in the same community (Battlecreek Condominiums) we did.) So then I will live on a private street. And quiet, too. But they might tear down the basketball court that's near his condo to make more condos. So then it won't be as quiet as it once was. So, I'm just waiting for him to die, that and my Lynx game I ordered over a week ago. But I'll still have a pool, and not only that, it'll be open year-round because they put a bubble over it. When I lived there before, I think me and my dad had the place all to ourselves every night during the winter. Being in this prediciment kinda makes you wonder why the god that created us has to make some people suffer before they die. I mean, Tim Russert had a heart attack and died right there. No suffering. Opposite case for my grandpa.