the last goodbye...
Let me regail you with some short details and explanations.
I got to grande prarie to discover that no one was there to meet me at the airport. When they did come it was to take me to the hospital to say goodbye to my grandmother. That was tough, but i did. The next day she promptly made a tonne of improvement and they thought she'd be out by today. Stuff happened as it was supposed to, and my father managed to make it to Edmonton unscathed...had a few drinks with my uncle and aunt, watched Death to Smoochy and went to bed.
Woke up, and the family was being called back to Grande Prarie. My grandmother is dying, as we speak. I went home to avoid being caught underfoot and being a nuisance, not to mention to avoid having to watch my once strong, wise grandmother waste away in a tiny hospital room she shares with some other lady. They can't even give her the dignity of dying in a bed in her own room, no, her family all has to crowd into a horrid little corner...
This is very hard for me to believe, right now. I love my grandma so much -!

So forgive me if i'm terse or somewhat angry or even tired with anybody, but someone who has always been there is soon going to not be there. And there is nothing i can do about it. Please pray for her and her family.