My grandfather's heart stopped beating today. But only for a couple seconds. It just started beating slower and slower and slower until he went unconscious. He got help in time and they got his heart into rhythm again and got him stable enough to transport him to a city hospital by ambulance.
This happened earlier today but I still haven't called any of my friends to let them know what's happening. So I've turned to blogging instead.
Truth be told, my emotions are probably not what most people would expect. That's maybe the main reason I haven't talked to anyone about what's going on. I am sad, don't get me wrong. However, I'm mostly sad because my grandfather has never accepted Christ and so I know where he's going if he doesn't pull through this.
That's the saddest and scariest thing.
