I’ve got to admit the last week and a half has had its ups and downs. Early in this period everything was going great and I was loving life. In the last few days, things have gone down hill and I’m still loving life. At about 2 thursday morning, I found out that my grandmother had a stroke. My mom of course did as much as any daughter would she weeped that someone so much a part of her could be feeling pain. And I felt the same way, if anyone didn’t know, actually no one does from the time I was about 3 to 10, I called my grandmother mom because she raised me.
My mom told me to go to bed and I tried to, but the tears in my eyes would let them shut. I thought about how beautiful and caring my grandmother used to be, how I was just a few hours talking about the significance of having a grandmother to a complete stranger, without knowing what was to occur hours later. I also remember telling that one of my favorite freshman about why real men don’t cry jokingly. That certainty was true then.
So my mom is gone until sunday to take care of her mom. I’ve talked to my grandmother a few times, but I wasn’t able to hear her because she couldn’t speak well. But through all of this I realized how good the heart of life is, I has brought together my family in a way that I never would have thought possible and even though I’m alone here while everyone’s there that they know that I’m praying for grandmother and that I’m there in spirit. My grandmother is going to make it. She buried her own grandmother 3 years ago and I know she’ll offer me the same cursity. I beg that you guys pray for her and my family.
Thank you, Javaughn, for writing this. I know you didn’t write this for me, but I still wanted to say thank you. You can always talk to me. You know that. And I’ll keep your grandmother in my thoughts. I wish her all the health in the world. I know it was a while ago, but I can only assume that pleasant thoughts don’t have an experiation date and an endless shelf life.