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Yeah so my English grandma died today, and I'm really sad. However, I guess it's for the best since she's 93 and had a bad stroke on Sunday night/Monday morning. Apparently one side of her body was paralyzed and she was not doing well. Hopefully she went peacefully.
She was the grandma that got me, she was the one that was cool. She was 95 years old, and acted like she was in her 30s. I can't stand that I wasn't there with her, but we live in two different countries, so there is nothing I can do, with school, expensive flights, etc. It's so weird to think that before her first stroke, she was so lively and loved doing everything. She would make smartass comments to teenagers, walk over a mile every day, and she lived on her own. Sure she was old, but she seemed to be doing so well. She had a stroke a month or so ago and went to the hospital, and when a nurse asked her if there was anything Nan needed, she mad some smartass reply along the lines of "A young dick I can fuck."
She seemed to be doing so well, and now she's gone. No one was even there with her. My aunt had spent the day there, and no more than 10 minutes after Val got home, the hospital called saying Nan had taken a turn for the worse. She couldn't make it to the hospital in time, neither could my uncle. No one was with Nan, and I hate that. And now my dad is acting all bitchy to me. Maybe it's his way of being sad, but I don't like it. I'm only trying to help and he makes it seem like all I'm doing is fucking around and getting in the way. If nothing else, I wish my sister was here. I need someone to talk to, and my parents just won't do.
I hope we have enough money to go over there (to London) for the funeral. I've been looking at prices, and for some days they're $540 per person, others they're $1200 per person. After buying the tickets for this summer's trip, I just hope we can, because I would hate not being there.
RIP Nan, please stay with me.
She was the grandma that got me, she was the one that was cool. She was 95 years old, and acted like she was in her 30s. I can't stand that I wasn't there with her, but we live in two different countries, so there is nothing I can do, with school, expensive flights, etc. It's so weird to think that before her first stroke, she was so lively and loved doing everything. She would make smartass comments to teenagers, walk over a mile every day, and she lived on her own. Sure she was old, but she seemed to be doing so well. She had a stroke a month or so ago and went to the hospital, and when a nurse asked her if there was anything Nan needed, she mad some smartass reply along the lines of "A young dick I can fuck."
She seemed to be doing so well, and now she's gone. No one was even there with her. My aunt had spent the day there, and no more than 10 minutes after Val got home, the hospital called saying Nan had taken a turn for the worse. She couldn't make it to the hospital in time, neither could my uncle. No one was with Nan, and I hate that. And now my dad is acting all bitchy to me. Maybe it's his way of being sad, but I don't like it. I'm only trying to help and he makes it seem like all I'm doing is fucking around and getting in the way. If nothing else, I wish my sister was here. I need someone to talk to, and my parents just won't do.
I hope we have enough money to go over there (to London) for the funeral. I've been looking at prices, and for some days they're $540 per person, others they're $1200 per person. After buying the tickets for this summer's trip, I just hope we can, because I would hate not being there.
RIP Nan, please stay with me.