Grandad

We went to my Grandma’s for Easter. My Grandad has been moved from hospital to a nursing home. He's paralysed, can't speak much and we don't even know if he still has his mind intact. The home is a lot better than the hospital, it's run by BUPA and it has gardens with fountains, and budgies, and a parakeet called Hector who likes to eat my fingernails. Not sure if Grandad is ok. I was so shocked to see how frail he is, the muscles in his legs wasted away. I know he can't be happy. He still enjoyed his Easter egg though! But God, I hope I die quickly before I get old.