My grandma was really sick. Not an old, mean, grouchy, uncomfortable grandma. My sweet, young, funny, sugareating diabetic, full-of-life grandma, the woman who helped my dear mom raise me. I can’t get over her finally
opening her eyes and looking at me. My heart was jumping out of my chest to go in hers. Stay alive! Stay awake! Don’t talk, you will hurt yourself. Don’t breathe too heavily, you’ll bring up your blood pressure. Everything…