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This might sound really, really, weird but I've just gotten back from the hospital, where my Grandma's dying soon. She was diagnosed with Motor Nuerone Disease 9 months ago, and fell into a coma during last night, and is now breathing her last and is expected to stop sometime later tonight.
Of course we're all pretty bummed out, but I can't stop being immensely proud of my whole family. Everyone sprang into action and performed maturely and generously, the day's been so hectic with phonecalls and waiting and driving. Everyone dropped everything and made it to the hospital, including my Girlfriend, and my Brother's, even her Daughter who lives three hours drive away made it.
Everytime I've cried it's been because I've been totally overwhelmed with love for all these people, the thought that when my liver gives out in 40 years and I shuffle off, I'll be able to say that I've never missed a Christmas day with my awesome family just makes me want to explode. |
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