This past weekend has been horrible. My grandpa has had Parkinson's for years and has slowly been deteriorating. He's been in a nursing home, but other than his physical ailments there was nothing else wrong with him. Two weeks ago he got pneumonia and fought it. He had his last round of antibiotics last week and my grandma went to visit my uncle in Chicago. Yesterday the pneumonia came back and we were told that he may not make it through the day. We rushed to get my grandma on the next flight home. I went in and said my goodbyes. He made it through the night, but it's just a matter of waiting at this point. They aren't giving him any more food or fluids. I'm devastated to say the least. I don't even know what else to say about it. It kills me that he won't see me get married. He saw me in my wedding dress last month and told me how beautiful I looked. I'll never ever forget that moment.