To drive.
You know it can never be good when you see these phone calls. Especially at mid-morning. Especially from family. And it's so weird, you don't ever expect to hear this phrase, "Grandma is dying." Isn't it, usually, that they are dead? Everyone is dying from the start, so how can Grandma be "dying", like it's news? Well, it is different when you know, when it's in plain science, when there's a definative time-frame.
Grandma is dying; her brain is bleeding and they can't fix it; we have three days.
You mean, my grandma? I literally just saw her. We drove out there not three days ago. I was sitting in her living room, telling her for the third time how the weather's been in Seattle because she can't remember short-term. But she looked at me. She saw me. She smiled at the great-grandbabies and told us how she wished she knew we were coming so she could have had provisions for lunch. She said, "I'm so happy you could come." She look right into my eyes and said, "I love you." Not that woman, right? Right...?
I leave tomorrow AM with my sister, and hope the freeway angels give us a clear drive to Idaho. We could arrive and she could have already passed. But I have to go. I have to. Just one more time I hope I can hear her say, "Hello." I can't say I haven't lost some important family members in my life, but this is different. She is different. And it tearing me to pieces.
the end.
Grandma is dying; her brain is bleeding and they can't fix it; we have three days.
You mean, my grandma? I literally just saw her. We drove out there not three days ago. I was sitting in her living room, telling her for the third time how the weather's been in Seattle because she can't remember short-term. But she looked at me. She saw me. She smiled at the great-grandbabies and told us how she wished she knew we were coming so she could have had provisions for lunch. She said, "I'm so happy you could come." She look right into my eyes and said, "I love you." Not that woman, right? Right...?
I leave tomorrow AM with my sister, and hope the freeway angels give us a clear drive to Idaho. We could arrive and she could have already passed. But I have to go. I have to. Just one more time I hope I can hear her say, "Hello." I can't say I haven't lost some important family members in my life, but this is different. She is different. And it tearing me to pieces.
the end.