A piece of me is dying...

Jan 16, 2005 22:57

That being my Great Grandmother. I don't know what to do right now. If she dies, I know for sure I will most likely be scarred for life.

Apparently, on Wednesday of last week she took herself to the hospital, due to chest pains. Brian (Her FUCKHOL EXCUSE FOR A SECOND HUSBAND) tells us this news...oh, yeah, FUCKING YESTERDAY. I'm gonna kill him, no wait...I'm gonna have to dig him up because once my gramps sees her (She's his mom) HE'S GOING TO KILL THAT BASTARD.

Now, it's gotten worse. Doctors have her drugged to hell and back on Morphine, and...she slipped into a coma. In the words of my aunt, "She's alive...that's it. Just breathing."

I have a horrible feeling about this. I almost never have a horrible feeling, and when I do, it usually ends up coming true. I only hope that this time, I am wrong.

If she dies, I die too.

Please, readers, this is not the Prodigal One talking to you. It's not Antman. This is Anthony Michael Carey, asking, no, BEGGING, you for your prayers and hopes. Please, keep my grandmother in your thoughts and prayers.

Sincerely,
Anthony Carey
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