Monday, June 26, 2006

My grandmother isn't living with us anymore. And I'm afraid, in short, this will be true by all meanings. She's right now being transported to a hospital in Mexico City. My main worry is my mother. Don't think she's prepared. Two days ago it was decided that my grandma would return to DF. We had no options here. Physicians here said there is nothing to do here. Yet a cousin couldn't take that as an answer so she contacted more medics to see if they can give hope. Yesterday I took my grandma and my cousin to the airport. I couldn't tell my mother that I felt like this would be the last time I would see her mom alive. You know, sometimes you take for granted some events. This time it is this death. A bit gloomy. How to prepare someone you care for a death? I'm not even sure I'm done in my process to accept another imminent. Yesterday my mother ask me to take breakfast with her. I didn't want to, but I knew it was necessary. She said, "life is about to change". And I could only descry, "Well, life changed some time ago..."

Hope I wrong. [sic]


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