The End

As an 85-year-old man, death has always come for me. I think it now can reach me after all its time trying. Every day I wake up thinking about how many days, hours, and seconds I have left. Every second scares me. The only thought in my head is if I have enough time. I try to make the most of my time by always meeting my son's family. I have kept a grave secret from them and that is that I have a serious disease that can't be cured.

My son always tries his best and his children are like him. I never thought I would have enough money to feed him when he was a child. Now he has a business and everything so I think he'll be okay when I leave.

I love you, son...