Tell Me A Lie
Lord, I know I don't pray that much, but why do you have to put us through so much pain? Lord, I know that life's supposed to be tough, but why couldn't everything just stay the same?
Lol, I thought I'd open up my LJ entry with that poem...well, more so a bunch of words that rhyme.
I dunno, the last two days have been kinda hard, even if it doesn't really show. I guess I'll tell everyone the story, since most've you haven't probably heard it just yet.
So I stay home yesterday from school, when we get a call from my grandmother. Over the phone she explains that my great grandmother had to be taken to the hospital because she was having shortness of breath. So my first reaction was, "here we go again," because after all, pretty much the same situation happend two months ago, but with a better result that time around.
So anyways, about five minutes later we get another call, they pronounce that she died on the way to the hospital. So my mother who by now is in tears, comes up to me and tells me the news, obviously I take it not the greatest...but not with tears either, the shock just over-whelmed me all together.
To make a long story short, we go to the hospital, leave the hospital, and for about a day she would stay in a pretty much unconscious state, until eventually today, at 7:15 at night, she would pass away.
I don't really know how to take this...nor do I understand why I am taking it so well. I have experienced death before, but never this close to home. I don't cry, I don't seem to even care as some have said, yet it kills me inside. I never even got to say good bye, and that almost kills me more than anything else.
She was a sweet lady, I mean no doubt she had her moments, any 88-year-old woman would...but she fought through life like none of us could, overcoming things like cancer, fighting through diabities for years, tons upon tons of injuries, even if she didn't see me get to college...
Lord, protect her while I'm on earth. Maybe in a couple decades I can join her once again, and instead of thinking about how bad earth was, and how horrid it was that Cuba was dictated...we can make our own little cuba and have a bunch of crazy refugees jump off our country because we wear Nike shoes with our military outfits...
And I have to thank you Katrina, just for your support during this whole thing. Not a single other person has hugged me, or asked how I've felt, well, no one our age atleast...and just listened to all the crap I had to say, even if it got you a little emotional in the process. I could never ask for a more perfect person to protect me through the harder times...you're my safety blanket when the monsters try to scare me from under the bed.