Six months. that’s how long the doctor said my grandfather had to live. Not because he had a terminal illness. Because he was grief-stricken after my grandmother’s death.

“When couples are as close as your grandparents, the surviving spouse usually dies within a short time,” the doctor told me. The question wasn’t how much time Grandpa had left but how he would spend it. We had two options: Either I moved in with him to become his full-time caregiver or he would have to leave his beloved home.
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I took Grandpa back to the house he and my grandmother had shared for more than 40 years. We sat on the faded red sofa in the living room together. I’d always loved this spot because it offered the perfect vantage for gazing out the big picture window. You could see the backyard, the La Puente valley below, the snow-capped mountains in the distance—a reminder that the Lord gives us a world of possibilities...READ MORE