Invincible

      It was as if I had been thrown into a wall and stabbed. I desperately needed air but it wasn't finding its' way into my lungs. I start at the game on the t.v., didn't pay attention. I stared at the text message on my phone, it blurred out. I barely choked out the words "I want to be alone" as my mom looked at me with a worried and sad face after telling me the news. Three back surgeries in two months. No. Sick? NO. He couldn't be sick. He is my hero. My supporter. My adviser. At an age of 75, I realized that my grandfather--my hero--was no longer the invicible man I always thought he was. He always told me that there is no such thing as time, only clocks. I'm scared his clock soon may break.