The dread

Last weekend I went to see my grandad. He has come to the uk to spending some time with his family. Since the last time I saw him , he has had to have most of one of legs aputated.I was dreading seeing what remainded of the leg. I thought I might cry. I walked thru the flat door and before I had even taken my coat off. My grandfather was rolling up his trousers to show me his leg. I didnt cry , but I felt incrediably sad and upset. I tried not show it. He probably thought it was best to get it over and done with. My cousin later told me he done the exact same thing with her.Its obvious that he getting older and ill health has started to affect him. But im sure he will be around for a while