Happenings...
Monday.
So I got home after an evening of events that really upset me and made me cry, and since it was clear by my face that I had been bawling, my sister asked what had happened at the hospital. Well, then I started crying even more because I realized that I had gotten caught up in stupid stuff and forgotten to go to the hospital to visit my gram. So got myself put together and went in. I stayed for about an hour and a half, and since by that time it was way past visiting hours and it was a bit past 9, I went home. Got home and messed about with things here. Almost 11p.m. and my dad called and told me that the hospital called and she was doing much worse and they couldn't find a blood pressure even though she was breathing...and that we should probably go in if we wanted to be with her. So I went in again.
As I was bustling down the hallway, in a hurry coz I wanted to be with her, another woman was walking down the hallway and asked if this was the right way to the maternity ward...I said I really didn't know, but it was the right way to the elevators and once we were there, it'd be more clear where she needed to be for that. I asked her who was having a baby. She informed me that her niece was about to give birth. My heart welled up a little when I told her congratulations and she beamed...Part of me wanted to comment about how perfect that was, that I was going in to be with my gramma as her life was exhausted and she was going in to welcome a little life to the world...I didn't because though it's very true, it's also slightly cheesy, though I'm sure she might've shared the sentiment. I also didn't want to drag her mood down, so we went our separated ways on different floors.
I had sort of questioned whether my gramma was really going to die that night, because, honestly for the past 3-4 years she'd get sick and then bounce back almost as good as new most of the time...definitely in the last year and a half it's been less bounce, but the lady still had a lot of spirit. Once the woman in the hallway told me about the baby being born, it felt like a sign and I sort of knew that yes, my gramma was going to die that night, because it's just her time. It might sound strange to some, but I was very comforted knowing that she was going to be able to let go and finally be at peace.
So I got home after an evening of events that really upset me and made me cry, and since it was clear by my face that I had been bawling, my sister asked what had happened at the hospital. Well, then I started crying even more because I realized that I had gotten caught up in stupid stuff and forgotten to go to the hospital to visit my gram. So got myself put together and went in. I stayed for about an hour and a half, and since by that time it was way past visiting hours and it was a bit past 9, I went home. Got home and messed about with things here. Almost 11p.m. and my dad called and told me that the hospital called and she was doing much worse and they couldn't find a blood pressure even though she was breathing...and that we should probably go in if we wanted to be with her. So I went in again.
As I was bustling down the hallway, in a hurry coz I wanted to be with her, another woman was walking down the hallway and asked if this was the right way to the maternity ward...I said I really didn't know, but it was the right way to the elevators and once we were there, it'd be more clear where she needed to be for that. I asked her who was having a baby. She informed me that her niece was about to give birth. My heart welled up a little when I told her congratulations and she beamed...Part of me wanted to comment about how perfect that was, that I was going in to be with my gramma as her life was exhausted and she was going in to welcome a little life to the world...I didn't because though it's very true, it's also slightly cheesy, though I'm sure she might've shared the sentiment. I also didn't want to drag her mood down, so we went our separated ways on different floors.
I had sort of questioned whether my gramma was really going to die that night, because, honestly for the past 3-4 years she'd get sick and then bounce back almost as good as new most of the time...definitely in the last year and a half it's been less bounce, but the lady still had a lot of spirit. Once the woman in the hallway told me about the baby being born, it felt like a sign and I sort of knew that yes, my gramma was going to die that night, because it's just her time. It might sound strange to some, but I was very comforted knowing that she was going to be able to let go and finally be at peace.