We went over to see grandpa Tingey last Friday before heading down to St George. Lots of family were flying in because he told Sara that he wouldn't be around for much longer.
I think he was much better than Sara thought. I asked him how he was doing. He said he was in pain but "they all think I'm dying!"
I asked if he was afraid to die and he said, "I'm not afraid to die, I just don't want to be here when it happens!"
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