Fears

I was getting ready for bed tonight, and I heard the dog running around the kitchen, with something scraping across the floor. Wondering why she would be running around with the leash I went downstairs to find my grandfather had fallen on the front step and gotten....well...stuck.

I knew things like this were a possibility when I moved in to "help him out". Essentially this is the epitome of why he can't live alone anymore. Only it's still frightening. The thought of him hurting himself means the thought that I'm his only help. And that frightens me even more.

I'm almost scared to go to work tomorrow...*sigh*