Grandparents!

Every time I have to pick up or leave my grandparents, I feel an extreme sense of emptiness, maybe its just the fewer that cheaply stocked cabinets won't last forever in warm dim light, maybe its looking at their wrinkles and knowing that there is a natural endpoint. I'm not going to lie, I'm scared to hell when they die, I'm scared to hell looking at a baseless father, I'm scared to hell I'll become more irrational when they're gone. And every hour I spend more, every time I look at deeper wrinkles, I get scared.