Listening to: Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek
Mood: the dust has only just begun

My grandfather has lung cancer. He's a silent anchor in my family, the trunk of the tree. Without him there's just a pile of branches, drying up and becoming brittle.

Part of me wants to remind all of us about the advances of technology and the amazing skill of doctors in this country, but... he's 77. He mows the lawn once every two weeks. He eats food and reads the newspaper. He sips his coffee under his reading glasses.

There's a pair in every room just in case.

(I'm not sure any of us knows him.)