So many look at disasters as horrible, awful, painful.....I recently found out that both my grandmother and grandfather were put into a nursing home..the way I found out was by calling the house and a strange man answered. Turns out my grandparents have been ill for some time but chose not to tell me because of the way I watched my father die from cancer. They just didn't want me to go thru the pain. they both have alzheimer's and grandpa has cancer. He has been given 6months to live. I got to speak with him right after the failed surgery to remove the tumors. He was groggy but knew exactly who I was and was giggly and wonderful as ever...he has a very strong french accent so it is a treat to here him speak to me. As I lay in bed and balled my eyes out, I stopped dead in my tracks...This whole time all I could think is "what a disaster this is" but after hearing his wonderful voice and the calmness he has and innocence with laughter I came to the conclusion this man is beautiful inside and if he can be that upbeat thru all this than we can all find strength in ourselves as well. For this I call my grandfather's situation a beautiful disaster..no one my ever understand my feelings on this but I learned in one phone call that ANYTHING can be conquered in heart even if we do not win the battle.
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