Memento Mori

My grandfather is dying of lung cancer.

Eight years ago at an annual checkup, the doctor spotted a tiny lump in his right lung but ruled it as too small and inconsequential to warrant a biopsy. Now he is sick in Singapore, struggling to breathe and getting thinner by the day. He already looked aged and frail enough when I saw him last in September. It's been barely a month. What is going on here? I wish I knew what to do. I wish I could just go to sleep and wake up in 2011 (or 2008) instead of the next morning where my father will be on a plane to Indonesia where my terminal grandfather has a two month ultimatum.

I wish I could stop everything.