My grandma died this morning.
It’s so odd to post this right after posting my essay about losing my
grandfather 25 years ago. I feel as if I should say more in her honor
but it’s too much right now. I don’t want my grandma to be gone.
She was non-responsive the past couple of days and I have been torn
about whether I should have dropped everything and driven out to Ohio. I
kept thinking would she want me there? Yes. But would she want me to
see her in a coma and have my last memory of her be like that? No.
There’s no right answer to that one. Either way I’m left crying.