scared

today I drew a picture and as weird as this sounds it scared me. I almost don't want to explain what the drawing was, you'd have to see it yourself or talk to me about it. It started as a poem and to the right I began to draw my grandpa running like he once could. he was holding his cane in his right hand as if he didn't need it. There were stairs that ended abruptly and hovering there at the end was the Angel of Death holding his hand out to him, my grandpa was reaching to grab the hand of the Grim Reaper. He was running up these stairs like he was ready, why did I draw this? I am scared, no lie. I talk to my grandpa more then any friend and I love him, to see him in a wheelchair with a smile upon his ageless face keeps me going. It wont be the same when I go to Miami and I can't visit him.