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I feel like Klinger trying to get out of the Army, only my excuses are real.
My grandmother died Tuesday morning. She's been really sick for a long time, and has been living on borrowed time for way too long. The last time I saw her was Saturday, and she told me my hands were cold when I held her hand, and then she promptly fell asleep. Sleep well, Grandma.
And then today, when I called my mom to tell her that I've talked to all my profs and could come home soon, she told me that they had to put our dog, Palo, to sleep this morning. She, also has been really sick and living on borrowed time. And then I quietly cried all the way through the class that I was walking to when I made the phone call.
I've cried so much in the past 37 hours, I look as if someone has punched me in the face. I've also realized I have really great friends... those who call at the right time, those who pass me a koosh ball when I'm feeling especially lost, even those who had no clue as to anything that had happened to me and said the right thing at the right time, and those who are just there. And then there's those that I know care about me, even though we haven't talked in ages.
When I was little we would go over to my grandparent's house quite often to visit. Being a small child and easily upset, crying was a daily activity. Whenever I did it in the presence of my grandmother, she would say to my grandfather, "give her a quarter, Dad, she's crying." At this point, I would be able to do my laundry for the rest of my life.
My grandmother died Tuesday morning. She's been really sick for a long time, and has been living on borrowed time for way too long. The last time I saw her was Saturday, and she told me my hands were cold when I held her hand, and then she promptly fell asleep. Sleep well, Grandma.
And then today, when I called my mom to tell her that I've talked to all my profs and could come home soon, she told me that they had to put our dog, Palo, to sleep this morning. She, also has been really sick and living on borrowed time. And then I quietly cried all the way through the class that I was walking to when I made the phone call.
I've cried so much in the past 37 hours, I look as if someone has punched me in the face. I've also realized I have really great friends... those who call at the right time, those who pass me a koosh ball when I'm feeling especially lost, even those who had no clue as to anything that had happened to me and said the right thing at the right time, and those who are just there. And then there's those that I know care about me, even though we haven't talked in ages.
When I was little we would go over to my grandparent's house quite often to visit. Being a small child and easily upset, crying was a daily activity. Whenever I did it in the presence of my grandmother, she would say to my grandfather, "give her a quarter, Dad, she's crying." At this point, I would be able to do my laundry for the rest of my life.