if you believe in anything. anything at all. please please please please please, keep me and
niamani2 and my Grandparents in your thoughts/prayers/meditations/whatevers.
they are here. without Vivian, because she is still in San Antonio, apparently "wrapping things up."
my Grandmother has been ensconced in the cell that me and B barely escaped almost two years ago.
she doesn't even know that she's here.
my Grandfather has eaten something which has upset his digestive system.
he cannot locate his medication to help him become more oriented.
Wallace is in the house, but is "busy" teaching, and so cannot be bothered to help either of them.
my Grandmother is bedridden.
my Grandfather can barely walk.
we cannot save them, we know this.
we're going over now to --
i don't know what.
just pray for us, okay?
i said "dead within the year" but...
Auntie Lauretta, since you've been reading my journal, if you read this, you need to know.
this is morally wrong.
it is inhumane.
this collective group of people have lost all sense of reality and decency.
my Grandparents deserve better.
we need to be better people than this.