Grandad, he’s here I guess… technically. But his identity is lost, never
to be found. Not only, Illness, have you stripped him of his identity;
but mine too. I am now my aunty, my aunty is now me. My brother is
my dad, and my dad is my brother. What have you done?! You bring
nothing but worry, sadness and a tad of hope, only to be destroyed.
Each time I travel to see him, he has changed… I have changed, to him.
I hate you, Illness!