My Life is a Drama....
Right now I'm sitting at Hospice of NW Ohio. Gramma isn't
doing too good. She doesn't have much longer to live. I
debated for days about coming up to see her. I didn't want
to see her this way, but I knew I had to. I don't know if
I could've lived with myself if I didn't come here.
This is probably the hardest thing I've had to do...watch
someone I love slip away and die. Especially my
grandmother. She practically raised my brother and I. I
don't know what we'll do without her.
I feel so bad for my dad and Aunt Sharon. They are both
taking it really, really hard. All my Dad does is cry. It
hurts me so much to see him like that, but I know it's
hard. It's hard for all of us. I don't know how I made it
through this evening. I lost it when I first saw her. I
had to run out of the room. Luckily, my dad was coming
down the hall. It was really bad.
I just hope she goes in peace and ends all this
suffering...not only for her, but for the whole family.