Broken heart

This morning as my grandparents and I were eating breakfast. My grandpa talks to me about how one of his daughters, and how his feelings are hurt that she doesn't come over or even talk to them. After talking about the subject a bit. He talks about how he has colon cancer. He told me how last night his bag popped (he has a bag that hangs by his colon and instead of going number 2 in the toilet, he has the bag were number 2 goes to non stop) so he was saying how his bag broke last night and said how he was crying. Then my grandpa started crying, my heart tore. He try's so hard to always keep a smile on his face and just fight thru it, but this morning he just couldn't hold it in any longer. He's one tough cookie. Love my gramps. 

Also, i think im sunburned, but on the brightside my day consisted of soaking the Miami sun on da beach. 

We lost. It was quite a close game. Heat nation. 

Toodles 

Ofa atu

connie