Just so people don't see that last post and freak out, thinking that I'm suicidally depressed or anything: my grandmother is in the hospital dying, and is at a point already where only comfort measures will be given from this point until her passing. The poem was for her, not for myself. I am... mostly numb about it, though it kind of hurts that I no longer have enough feelings about it to be upset anymore... I feel like I've exhausted all my feelings about her eventual death years ago. I've more or less been coming to terms with the fact that she could die on any given day from the time I was in fifth grade till now. I used to come home from school and think to myself that since I got home first and checked in with her every day, if something ever happened to her during the day and she passed away then I would be the first to find her. Over the years that knowledge has just gotten more deeply seated and the result is that I have emotionally come to terms with her death quite a while ago.... it's actually sitting in the hospital room with her waiting for the moment it happens that is wearing on me more emotionally, at the moment. In any event, though, you don't have to worry about me, that last post did not mean I'm contemplating anything stupid. I plan to be sticking around and making your lives interesting for a long, long time to come.
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take care
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Just wanted to remind you you're not alone. *hugs*
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Remember, death is a good thing. So is grieving. The ability to feel pain is a rare gift only the self-aware are given.
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I myself wish there was more that I could do...but at the same time (having experienced something similar, though of shorter duration) I know at this point...her passing means she won't suffer. Which, in its own way, may be best for all involved...I'll frankly admit that the efforts they made to keep my grandfather alive are what *directly* lead me to write a living will (that states that only comfort measures are to be taken if I'm ever, god forbid, "terminal") and the way my uncle passed (where only comfort measures were taken at the end) was, I think, in its own way, kinder...
I'm sorry you have to go through all that, but...I do hope and pray things will work out for the best for all involved. *hugs you tight, doesn't let go*
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*HUGS*
Re: *HUGS*
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Re: "Someday all things will be fair and there will be wonderful surprises. I truly do believe this