Yes, my grandmother who once randomly demanded grape jello, is gone.
She fell off the attic ladder and hit her head in the garage at my cousin, Elizabeth's, house, and my grandfather found her laying on the floor, unconscious, but it was too late. Even so, the ambulance came and drove her to the nearest hospital about 45 minutes away. The hospital was too small, so they flew her to San Ant in a helicopter.
When I was picked up from school at 12:00 because of the early release, I was told that something happened to her. So when we got home, my mom cancelled a school show she was planning to dance and perform at, and picked Ch1k3n up from his school early.
Then we picked up Rayne from her dorm downtown, and left for San Ant, with our uncle coming from his house.
When we got to the hospital, they took us into a room and said things like, "We tried to save her... She was severely damaged... We have her in a quiet room..." and my uncle and my mom lost it. It was pretty hard, because my grandmother was the last grandparent we would ever think to have gone first. Now that I think back to it, we were probably really creeping out the people in the waiting room next door...
The nurses took us to the 'quiet room.' The room probably was quiet before, but once we got it and my uncle/mom saw the bed with my grandmother all covered up, it was definietly not quiet.
I wanted to stay out of the room, but still was really curious. I decided not to look as the nurse pulled back the sheet covering my grandmother's face. But then I saw, out of the corner of my eye, that she looked exactly the same, except for the wires sticking out of her mouth, like she was in the middle of eating a robot. I finally decided that it would be all right if I touched her, because my uncle and my mom were already stroking her head. So I touched her forehead, and she was still warm. About two hours later, when everyone calmed down more, after prayers were said, and after the 'men' in our family talked to the nurses outside, my grandmother was colder than usual, and the bottom of her right ear was turning blue, although I think I was the only one who noticed. The warmth I felt when I first touched her forehead was gone forever.
But there were other things to think of, like if we would let them do an autopsy, and if she would have wanted her organs donated. We decided 'yes' on both, but the only problem left was how to tell our grandfather.
Our cousins had already left to come to San Ant, but we told them that our grandmother wouldn't be able to be visited by the time they got there, three hours later. So they went back.
We also went to their house to be with our grandfather. My mom was in my uncle's car, and they didn't stop for dinner, like we did, so they got there earlier.
About twenty minutes away, my mom called and asked if Ch1k3n or my dad knew CPR. That scared me.
When we got home, my uncle was calling up a doctor in the garage. We went inside, and my mom, across the hall, motioned for us not to go in.
My grandfather was practically hyperventilating. He started from a high pitch, and then mumbled words that lead down to his usual range.
When we finally went into the living room, all my cousins were there, and the girls were crying.
The adults comforted and encouraged my grandfather and even made him encourage himself. This went on until about midnight, then we went to bed.
So now my grandfather looks emotionless, but I know that his feelings are just to big to show. People have been coming to see him...
And I probably won't be posting too much.
It's okay, though, cause as I see it, my grandmother's in Heaven, and she's happier than ever, and has already met everyone she's wanted to meet-- including God. :)
