So on the plus side, I got to fix my aunt's AND my mother's cars at the same time. I'm no mechanic but I know my way around an engine bay well enough.

Got to see my granddad too. Stayed for a few hours, shootin' the breeze...

Said, "I'll see you 'round." once all was said and done. "No you won't, son. I'm not long for this world." was his reply.

Fuck. There went my composure, though I made sure he didn't see me crying- don't want to upset him.

I can't imagine what it's like, knowing you might not wake up one morning...but it'd probably be a relief, for him, and his wife. Cancer's taken such hold that he's covered in (some of them massive) tumours, otherwise being skin and bone. Morphine's not easing the pain much either. He's beaten cancer more times than he has any right to, with how he's drank and smoked for most of his ninety-plus years on this planet. At least when he finally goes, he's still gonna go as himself, not some...husk, like my uncle.

Can only take solace in the fact he won't be hurting anymore.

I'm sorry these past couple journals have been so grim, but it kinda helps to type it out. Hopefully soon things start looking up.