You are 84 years old.
You fell the other day, breaking your femur as you did so.
You developed pneumonia.
You miss Papa (grandpa).
You haven't been enjoying your life since Papa died 10 years ago, and you do not want to go on.
You don't eat.
You refuse medications and machines and surgeries.
You won't get out of bed.
You hate the hospital.
I understand.
Even though you probably won't read this, I hope you know that I love you, and I wish you a happy life up in heaven with Papa.
Your granddaughter,
♥ Abigail ♥
2/20: I wrote this in honor of my grandmother, Nani, who passed away at exactly 7:28 p.m. on Saturday night. She was longing to be back with my Papa, who died of a liver disease ten years ago. After falling in her apartment and breaking her femur, she went to the hospital where pneumonia came in the picture and her bones started getting weaker. As a result of this, fluid filled up in her lungs, making her breathing much heavier. By Friday she was ready to die. Finally, on Saturday evening, Nani took her last breaths and died peacefully with 7 of her 8 children in the room. Though it was mournful, it was a good feeling to know that she is now in a better place. And that place is home with my Papa.
