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Tina called me today on my break at work to ask me to babysit a few upcoming days and congratulate me... I made it to the next round of interviews. They interviewed 6 people and now it's down to me and one other girl. I want this sooo bad! Just knowing I made it to the top two makes me feel really good, but I'll feel even better if I get this. I would be so so so happy if I got this. I can't even say enough how badly I want this. I called my mom because I was so excited about it and she was like, "oh my god! That's so good!" We both know how hard it is to get in there and just to know I made it this far is so awesome.
Then my mom told me some bad news. I guess my great grandma (who is 95, I think) recently went into a coma. They think it was caused by an overdose, because she was on so much medication, but she had to be on all of that to stop the pain. I guess it's not looking good. Everyone pretty much thinks she's going to die. We're sad, but when we think about it, it's not that awful. I mean, she's 95. She's lived a really long life. I wished she would've made it to 100 and that I could've had a baby before she died so she would have just one great great grandchild, but I guess it's just her time now. And she hasn't been herself lately, either. She's been snapping at people, biting people, and threatening to kill my Aunt Janet. She's definately not feeling like herself.
It's just so sad to know that she's like this. She was always so independent and lived on her own until she absolutely couldn't anymore. I remember years ago, she would drive my sister and I places when we were little. I remember her birthday cards and the checks she would write in them. I remember her hand writing. I remember she taught me how to do crossword puzzles, word searches, and play solitare. And I used to watch the Golden Girls with her in the living room of her little apartment. I used to love going there when I was little. My sister and I would run around and play. There was one of those little mail slots in her door and she and I would send each other mail through it. We loved being there with her. It's really really sad that she's going to be gone and that I won't even get to see her before she dies. I'll never get to say goodbye to her because I'm here and she's in Michigan.
I know if she dies, I want to go to the funeral. I just hope my work will let me go. I haven't seen my family in 2 years because of my job, the least they could do is let me go see my dead great grandmother since, because of them, I didn't get to spend one last Christmas with her last year.
Then my mom told me some bad news. I guess my great grandma (who is 95, I think) recently went into a coma. They think it was caused by an overdose, because she was on so much medication, but she had to be on all of that to stop the pain. I guess it's not looking good. Everyone pretty much thinks she's going to die. We're sad, but when we think about it, it's not that awful. I mean, she's 95. She's lived a really long life. I wished she would've made it to 100 and that I could've had a baby before she died so she would have just one great great grandchild, but I guess it's just her time now. And she hasn't been herself lately, either. She's been snapping at people, biting people, and threatening to kill my Aunt Janet. She's definately not feeling like herself.
It's just so sad to know that she's like this. She was always so independent and lived on her own until she absolutely couldn't anymore. I remember years ago, she would drive my sister and I places when we were little. I remember her birthday cards and the checks she would write in them. I remember her hand writing. I remember she taught me how to do crossword puzzles, word searches, and play solitare. And I used to watch the Golden Girls with her in the living room of her little apartment. I used to love going there when I was little. My sister and I would run around and play. There was one of those little mail slots in her door and she and I would send each other mail through it. We loved being there with her. It's really really sad that she's going to be gone and that I won't even get to see her before she dies. I'll never get to say goodbye to her because I'm here and she's in Michigan.
I know if she dies, I want to go to the funeral. I just hope my work will let me go. I haven't seen my family in 2 years because of my job, the least they could do is let me go see my dead great grandmother since, because of them, I didn't get to spend one last Christmas with her last year.