How softly you tiptoed into my world, so silently, only a moment you stayed, but what an imprint your footsteps have left upon my heart.
Hopefully it won't pour

We received a phone call yesterday that my grandmother was in the hospital and was not expected to make it through the night.

She made it through the night. Stinker.

I know that sounds bad, but this couldn't be a worse time. This is the last week of school for my nephew, my mom, and myself. I have a final on Friday. My nephew starts finals Wednesday. Mom needs to be at the hospital with my dad, but won't go because she feels like she can't miss school this last week. I have one brother working out of town right now and my other brother is in the process of transferring within the Army.

Today it was confirmed that grandma had a massive stroke. She is bleeding into her brain. She has a kidney infection and her kidneys have all but shut down. And to top it all off, her blood pressure is extremely high. She is still unconcious. This is all on top of her having Alzheimer's.

I know I sound callous, but my family is not very close to these grandparents. We haven't spent very much time with them since we were all young teenagers. We've just lost touch.

Dad is the one I feel bad for. It's his mom.

Remember us in the next few days.