like a dream

today, my grandpa went into a coma. i remember the last time i visited him: i was trying to get him to eat, and in the middle of his meal, he began to cry. i tried to comfort him, but eventually gave in to his pleas of "go, go". why did i leave him? because in the end, i can cry for him and pray for him, but i can't ease his sorrow. because in the end, we are a people with broken hearts. for him, heaven is so near. the time for his restoration draws closer, and i know that he desires to be with his Savior. oh, but how i miss his smile. how i miss taking him out to eat at his favorite japanese restaurant. i want to rewind and savor those moments. time is so deceptive, why do i yearn for these moments only when it's too late?