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So I'm about to head to a dentist appointment and I can't help but feel gloomy. I mean, not about the appointment; I did bring floss to school and nourished my teeth with them whenever I was bored. But I know that after my appointment I'll be going to the hospital to say goodbye to my Grandma before they pull the plugs on Friday.
Like, right now I'm not even comprehending it yet. It's affecting me but not as much as I know it will when I see her. When I see her for the last time.
It's hard to think that just on Thanksgiving she was fine; well as fine as an unknowing cancer victim can be, but she was still walking around and eating and conversing. And in just-what, a month or so? Two months? She's practically gone.
Hff.
Life always gets you in the end, it seems. Rather sad to think that the same exact fate will befall upon me as well.
But I'd rather not think about it yet.
Off to the dentist, off I go.
Like, right now I'm not even comprehending it yet. It's affecting me but not as much as I know it will when I see her. When I see her for the last time.
It's hard to think that just on Thanksgiving she was fine; well as fine as an unknowing cancer victim can be, but she was still walking around and eating and conversing. And in just-what, a month or so? Two months? She's practically gone.
Hff.
Life always gets you in the end, it seems. Rather sad to think that the same exact fate will befall upon me as well.
But I'd rather not think about it yet.
Off to the dentist, off I go.