This so called God
So, they took my nanna off sedation over two days ago. She should have woken up by now. She hasn't. The CT scans show that a large part of her brain has died. If she ever wakes up, she's going to be a vegetable. She'd hate that.
Why would God let me pray and practically beg for two weeks that she makes a full recovery, gives me all the signs that she is going to be better, and just the same as before, then throw this in my face?
I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye before I left. All I said was "I'll see you when you wake up." Now it looks like that won't happen. I can't believe I left. I feel so guilty. Dad was telling us last night over Skype, and he was crying. I thought him crying while I was THERE broke my heart. Him crying 200km's away is about a million times worse.
I want to be able to say goodbye. I'll never forgive myself if I can't, while she is still alive, and can possibly hear me.
I love you Nanna.
Why would God let me pray and practically beg for two weeks that she makes a full recovery, gives me all the signs that she is going to be better, and just the same as before, then throw this in my face?
I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye before I left. All I said was "I'll see you when you wake up." Now it looks like that won't happen. I can't believe I left. I feel so guilty. Dad was telling us last night over Skype, and he was crying. I thought him crying while I was THERE broke my heart. Him crying 200km's away is about a million times worse.
I want to be able to say goodbye. I'll never forgive myself if I can't, while she is still alive, and can possibly hear me.
I love you Nanna.