Questioning death?. . .
We are born to acomplish, breath and die. . . How do people know wen "it's there time"? if your time came and you missed it, bye a stroke of luck then what? how dose your body just stop working? So many questions! But the main one is WHY???? I hate deth it can turn a person sower. They say that wen you die it is an act of God that it was time and you go to meat your maker. Well what if you don't beleave in all of that? Then what where do you go?
Today bothe of my grandpaws went into the hospital. One for falling again, he is having savear memorry problems he forgets who he is and where he is. And wen we go to see him he calls me bye my grandmothers name its so sad I try to talk to him and tell him who I am but he dusn't want to hear it, its like he wants me to be her, like hes trying to bring her back from the dead through me. . .
And my grandpaw Jean he is diabetic and he is having kidney falier he is dying. And the worst part is watching him die, It slow and seams so painful. And wen he calls for the nurses they treat him like he is a tard. We went to see him once over break he looked so pail and unhappy. Ive never sean someone welcome death so . . . I dont know how to put it. The next time we went to see him the Dr. told us we neaded to leave that my grandpaw didn't want to see us. Later that night he called and said that he loved us but he couldn't stand to see the looks on our faces wen we had sean the condition he was in. that he rather have the memories of us from befor he got sick than the ones of us coming to see him dying.
I wish there was somthing I could do!
Ok well now that I have maniged to make my self depresed. I have to go to my next class so till another post.
P.S. has anyone heard from Benji I'm starting to wory I hav't sean him in almost a week.
Today bothe of my grandpaws went into the hospital. One for falling again, he is having savear memorry problems he forgets who he is and where he is. And wen we go to see him he calls me bye my grandmothers name its so sad I try to talk to him and tell him who I am but he dusn't want to hear it, its like he wants me to be her, like hes trying to bring her back from the dead through me. . .
And my grandpaw Jean he is diabetic and he is having kidney falier he is dying. And the worst part is watching him die, It slow and seams so painful. And wen he calls for the nurses they treat him like he is a tard. We went to see him once over break he looked so pail and unhappy. Ive never sean someone welcome death so . . . I dont know how to put it. The next time we went to see him the Dr. told us we neaded to leave that my grandpaw didn't want to see us. Later that night he called and said that he loved us but he couldn't stand to see the looks on our faces wen we had sean the condition he was in. that he rather have the memories of us from befor he got sick than the ones of us coming to see him dying.
I wish there was somthing I could do!
Ok well now that I have maniged to make my self depresed. I have to go to my next class so till another post.
P.S. has anyone heard from Benji I'm starting to wory I hav't sean him in almost a week.