The old man sighs as he continues on to talk about God and the greatness of His son's sacrifice. Tears drip down his crinkly, bruised, and tanned skin. Not sure why exactly, but you begin to feel sad. Smiling the old man gestures for you to come to him. Squeezing your shoulders, he asks why you are crying. You suppose it is because he is feeling so sad. When he declares that he is indeed happy in a way and sad, you become very confused. You tell him you don't understand. Me either is his response. When the door opens once more you kiss his cheek and leave the room, passing your brother, who is entering and wishes to speak with him also.
Keep holding on. That is the last thing my grandpa said to me, and that is what I intend to do.