Please.

Tonight, my grandpa was admitted to hospice. He has late stage dementia, and right now, they think he has pneumonia.
He has been up and down with his health, and mental stability, we all know he wont be here for much longer, and we all know he wont make a miraculous recovery... No, that only happens in the movies. I used to think the only reason he was still here was because he was waiting for my mom to tell him it was okay to go. That she would be okay. I used to think he just needed to hear her say it.
Three week ago, when we went to see him after church, he wasnt in his chair in the living room. His caretaker had him on bedrest, so i went back to see him, by myself (Which i almost never do.) When i walked in he smiled, and said his usual "Your a pain in my ass, Charlie" bits. But when i sat down next to him and started making small talk, he reached for my hand, and when he held it he said "I dont know if i can stay much longer for you, sweets." He called me by my old nickname. Maybe it was just something he said, but deep down, i believe he really was talking to ME, on purpose. After he said that, he looked out his window, and i had to get out of there, because i realized he wasnt waiting on my mom. My mom had already said its okay, I was there when she said it. I realized, he's been waiting for me.
He was my best friend, he was the one person i called when i needed to get away. And God, my stomach dropped when he called me Sweets. I realized, i wasnt ready to say goodbye to him. I still need him. I dont know if i can say goodbye, but now i know that he needs to me to say goodbye as much as i need him to call me Sweets again. I miss him, i love him. And i believe im the one keeping him here. So now, i have to save him, because he saved me.

Dear papa, it's okay. I'll be okay. I love you.
~Sweets.