Isn't it the worst? I mean, when someone dies unexpectedly, that's awful. I've been there, done that, and I guess I prefer the slow ease-your-way-into the death approach (not that I'd wish it on another person, mind, but you get what I'm saying, right?). It's not as though I haven't known for *quite* some time that my grandmother is ill. It's just that right now, in this moment, when there's nothing that I can do, when I can't call her because she's not awake and likely never will be again and when I couldn't get to her in time for that one last visit that the helpless impotence and the anxious, heightened awareness of everything is just exhausting.
Do you ever just wish it would be over with? That the phone would ring and you could cry and just be done with it? Or maybe not...maybe she'll pull through unexpectedly one more time and we'll all nod and smile tight-lipped because we all remember that for a moment we felt that way.
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