Walking down the halls of the same cancer agency where my grandpa was a patient, I was suddenly overcome with emotions. I walked down the same halls over 15 years ago and they look exactly the same today. Back in 1998 when I walk these halls I was a young teenager visiting my grandpa who had cancer and was getting treatment at the agency. At that time I did not understand what palliative treatment meant. He was the most amazing man. He could talk to anyone, was a lifelong learner and had the biggest heart. He taught me how to stamp leather and whittle. We spent so much time in his shop as kids, if I close my eyes I remember smell of wood and oil from his shop. I miss him. Today when I walk down the same halls it's in a different capacity, I am now one of those who provides care. I'm only here for a month covering a maternity leave. It's different here than what I'm used to, a different pace, than the chaos of the major hospital I usually work at. You have time here to talk to people and get to know them. I've met nurses and physiotherapists who have been here for over 20 years and would have cared for my grandpa. I sit in rounds and I wonder about him and what was said so many years ago. It's almost funny that while a terrible trauma has absolutely no impact on me, walking down the halls of the same place where my grandpa was a patient me brings me to tears. While I'm here for this month I'm going to do what my grandpa would have done, talk to people, learn their stories, and share some laughs.