You know something in everyone's lives revisits them. Make them to step back and really realize what the people close to us mean. As I type this I am sitting in the same hospital I sat in 12-13 years ago. the same waiting room, the same intensive care, the same family waiting room. My grandparents roles where reversed though. This time the same chair that my grandfather sat in when we where her for my grandmother she sat in. My aunt and mother sat in the same place. We where dealt the bad news again and watched them roll him down the same hall we saw her roll down in. It was all to eerie. I drove from Atlanta to here the fastest I could all the while he declined in stability and health. Slowly and surely he was slipping away from us. This morning my grandfather woke up with and upset stomach and by the night was on the operating table. The Dr, removed 1/3 of my grandfather's lower intestine. It turned out he had an adhesion in his small intestine and they have no clue how long it had been there. As he declined further and further today my mother was by his side the whole time. When I arrived and walked into the room of my mother, aunt and grandmother they where all crying and upset. The thing about it is I had my four hours of me and the dogs to cry about and wonder. When I got here I was confident that things where going to be ok. That is until I saw him. It was just like when I first saw my grandmother. I was not him. It was not wanted I wanted to remember him by. My grandmother and I got one quick glance at him and we where rushed away. They where prepping him for emergency surgery. I did not get a chance to get close due to the fact that he was slipping and apparently slipping fast. It was not until about 15 mins before surgery did we get into the room and get to see him up close. This is when I lost it. I ouched his foot and I was chilled. I thought I was touching a dead person. He was stone cold. I could not contain myself any longer and I lost it.
This strong man who I always thought was invincible. Lifeless in front of me and stone cold. 80 years old... I grabbed his hand and kept rubbing it trying to warm it up. I could not believe what I was touching. I lost it............
Please... take just five minuets out of your day to always remember the people close to you and just remember to remind them of that. I will post a little more in a little bi my battery is going dead and We can now go up and see him in his ICU room...
Friday, April 11, 2008
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
ATL Tornado
This was my walk through the ATL downtown tornado. I was downtown when it touched down and I was there when it ripped and roared over my head.
Life
We all have milestones or turning points in our lives. Mine was loosing my job. Being laid off has really just taken it's toll on me mentally and physically.
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