Size one post, because I know how upsetting things like this can be, and I don't want to just throw it out for anyone to skim through and get upset any.
We're getting ready to go over to the hospital now.
I'm not very good with deaths. Not in the sense you'd think, either. I always feel terrible for not crying. I think it's more important to celebrate the person was, and the good they did, and remember that nothing will ever change that you loved them, and that they'll always be in your heart. Yes mourn that they are gone, but appreciate the fact that they were there.
I love my grandmother, and she hasn't passed away yet. She's fallen more times than I can count in the recent years, but she always gets back up and heals up, then tries to go to work again. She's one of the toughest women I've ever met.
She's so nice, and sweet, and just wants everyone happy and safe. But that's the problem with the Fosters. When something bad happens, everyone turns to their coping mechanisms. For most of them, it's drinking. My grandmother was harder than anyone on my Dad for drinking too much, which is probably my least favorite thing about him. And with all of the stress of the move in progress that he's doing, and work and kids, and now this? I'm terrified that he'll drink himself to death too.
Grandma and I always bonded, because we'd sit on the outside of the family, and watch, and worry, and care. We were the quiet, calm ones, while everyone else was so loud and crazy. She often hugged me and thanked me for being "the only great Foster". She'd say, "Yeah everyone else is alright and good, but you're the great one. Well. You and me are."
People pass away. That's what happens. And personally, if she does pass away, I will be sad. I will miss her. But I will never forget her, and I'll always love her. Because I know exactly how she'd expect me to react. Calmly and quietly. And I know how she'd expect everyone else to act. Loud and crazy. I just hope the rest of the family is going to be okay. Mainly my Dad.
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