Until my family decided to take my grandmother in during her last few months, I had really never encountered death. Yeah, I've had close friends and family die, but this is so so so much different. Caring for and tending to a woman who has beat cancer two times, only to have it return and kill her on its third occurrence it just heart wrenching. It's only been a few weeks, but to watch a vibrant, independent firecracker of a woman become zombie-like and unable to move or use the bathroom on her own is such a reality check. In these past few weeks, I have learned so much about life and death and what a gift it is to be alive. I guess this experience is something I'm really grateful for because it's taught me that you can't really experience and enjoy life until you've encountered death.
