today, i lost a very important person to me. my grandfather passed away after 5 days of intensive care. i myself felt that i should stay at home instead of see him in such a terrible state. ill be honest with you. im not really however old my profile says, im 13. i only tell you this so that youll understand my situation better. if the moderators really feel they must, they can kick me from any 18+ threads ive subscribed to... anyway, my grandfather had lung cancer. he doesnt smoke, only when he was in WWII and they basically supplied you with tobacco. in his old age he hated smoking. he was perhaps one of the greatest men ive ever met. over the past couple of years, he had been losing his ability to speak. he would begin to stutter and would sometimes shake his head when he meant "yes" or vice versa. until about 2 1/2 months ago, we didnt know anything this serious was wrong with him. we were told that he might only have a year left. we all felt that it was our job (my family and i) to make his life wonderful until that time. we visited on a regular basis, we bought him a grill that he had been eying. we tried to use it for him at any occasion we could. eventually the illness began to rear its head. we decided that we all had to do whatever we thought would make him happy, if atleast for a little while. this included buying him a big TV screen so he could watch the braves. he didnt get to enjoy it very long because a few weeks later, he had to be taken into intensive care. he was hooked up to an oxygen mask and was unable to talk. all of my aunts, cousins and direct family stayed with him day after day for 5 days. no one was going to let him leave with regretting a thing. today, august 11, 2005, was his last day. my mother walked into the room and was going to talk to him because she noticed he seemed very active. his eyes were searching, his lips were moving, very unusual for his condition. after a while, she noticed he wasnt talking to her, but to what she believed was someone to take him into the next life... shortly after, his heart beat began to die away, and with one last breath, Roy Lee Sellers JR died. i guess you can say that even sixty-something years later, i lost my grandfather to the war. now people, i honestly dont want to hear any criticism for any beliefs or opinions ive said about religion or beliefs. thats not why i made this thread. i made it to share the pain with someone willing to share it. please, dont respond if its negative. if anyone cares enough about my story, then i will gladly tell of the aftermath that my family and i have faced and the strong relationships between some of us. thank you.