I got a call from my uncle last night. He said my Grandmother was in the hospital, and she was refusing to eat and drink, and she was fighting off any emergency type intervention. She is the only living grandparent I have left, and she will be 97 this year. From past experience, I know this new stage in her life is not a good one. I feel like shit for not being able to throw everything down, and run to her. My mind is telling me I hope she is ok, but reality is telling me its ok for her to go. When my father was a teenager, someone asked my Grandmother how old she thought she would live to be. To this she answered very confidently “100”! That would be a huge mile stone to achieve. I am still rooting for her……

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