My grandmother….
My mom’s mom. Granny. So many names, yet one great woman. NEVER in her life has she said or performed ONE unkind thing to ANYONE. Yet the fucking shit bags at the nursing home let her get into a positiion where she had to be hospitalized for an infection. Only 30% of her kidneys were working. Friday, she was doing good, she was being herself.
Saturday, I got a call from mom saying she was on her way down, and hang around the house until she called back. That was in the AM. Shortly after we started practicing for the show I recieved the call. Mom told me that she didn’t make it. All I remember is starting to cry, and then I lost it and punched a closet door and threw the phone.
After I calmed down, I called my brother and told him. Luis called and I talked to him. He was honestly concerned. It was different. Somehow. Usually he is indifferent on things, but he was actually acting like a friend. He told me what happened. Then I gathered more from mom yesterday.
She had three consecutive heart attacks. The first one set her up for the second. the second deprived her of O2 long enough to more than likely make her brain dead. The third…..took her. All the ime mom, my aunt, and my stepdad where there. They had to pry my aunt from her. She held on as long as she could…and she kept saying she wanted to go home….
maybe she did?