Grandpa Won’t Die

On a feeble bed there he lies wheezing. The inescapable twilight took away his recollection. The torment on his old scabbed skin is the only thing that reminds him of his existence.

Oh what a painful night. Yet the hopefuls heard him pray. He always prayed for miracles.

Only this time he prayed for death.



  • http://www.austinbriggs.com Austin Briggs

    Hi Ron, this is truly a beautiful story. I love it.