Every once in a while, you get a phone call at night with news that makes you feel like someone has kicked you in the stomach. That happened to me last night with the news that my grandmother Mary had a heart attack. The news I got was that it was a mild one, and that she was in good spirits. But because I am hard to convince in these situations, I decided to go home today and see for myself. And you know what? She was in good spirits! She laughed, talked coherently, ate her entire breakfast, and didn't have a clue who I was. (Although I think she did know that she was supposed to know me.) While I'm still worried about her, I do feel better after today's visit.
2 comments:
glad you came home...you will never be sorry you did that
I'm sorry to hear that, glad she's doing well and eating!
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