My grandmother is in the hospital.
She is 97. They think she has pneumonia, and it appeared her heart was failing.
Granny has always been one of the most important people in my life. She pretty much raised me and my brother. She is a dear friend, a stubborn feisty, headstrong woman. She has her wits about her and even at 97, is incredibly sharp.
Earlier this afternoon, I was certain she was going to die today. Tonight, her heart has stabilized a bit. She is still having a lot of trouble breathing.
My brother and mom are with her at the hospital. I have visited twice now, but I can't stay.
The beeping monitors, the smell of antiseptic hand wash, the nurses stations...
It's all too close for comfort, too familiar, too sad, too scary.
Doing my best to hold it together the best I can.