renegadefuzz

So, grandma died. I was in the hospital when they took her off the respirator and she passed away. We had to wear little gown things and gloves due to the blood poisoning. Afterwards we pretty much had to scrub down hardcore. The entire time I kept staring at the TV channels on the wall to keep myself from crying.. I'd read it over and over again and I think I almost have it memorized. Oh well. It kept me from crying there. Even though my aunt did give me a glare that made me feel like a heartless bitch because I wasn't bawling my eyes out like she was. I just prefer to have my moments in private... or just chosen company. It's interesting, I guess... trying to imagine my Grandmother gone. She was so pale, so still, in the hospital, I didn't want to touch her for fear of breaking her.. She seemed so opposite from the woman full of vitality that I used to know, love, and live with. It's been... different.

love you Grandma. Rest in peace, ok?

"Well, shit."
-Grandma Page (in response to pretty much anything)