Today my grandmother in the hospital in Smyrna, with her body shutting down apparently from a stroke, according to her doctors. Dad still must make his trip to Houston tomorrow for his treatment at the Anderson Cancer Center. She's expected to make it at least two more days, which should give him time to return to Atlanta to handle the family arrangements when she passes on. No one is expecting a turnaround really and, at nearly 97 years of age, she seems beyond ready to leave if she's allowed to.
Personally, it's not death I fear at all but ending up in this world well beyond when life as I know it has ceased.
Purple Punk Rocker from Atlanta, Georgia. Now just a faded Goth Ghost in High Point, North Carolina. Missing my old haunts while looking for a new one.
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