So, 1 day until X-Mas for me. It started out as a good day. Put up the Christmas tree, decorated the house. Watched some cool shows and went upstairs. In the afternoon, my mum comes upstairs to tell us that grandpa had a stroke.
A stroke. Enough said. She said that it wasn't that bad, but it won't be the last. He's in the hospital right now and she can't get the neighbours who are befriended with him on the phone. They're not answering. Mum also said that we should prepare ourselves to get a phonecall about grandpa any day now.
I mean, I know that grandpa hasn't been well, and that he is getting old. I knew that he would die, because of health conditions and whatnot. But I never thought that we'd get bad news on such a normal day. I never really thought about how it would be. And now I feel sort of empty. Will he make it? Won't he? I can't really think straight, because I don't want him to die and I just feel so empty.
What if grandpa does die on Christmas? Or on my birthday? What will I do then? What will we do? So many questions, and I hate not knowing. But there is always the main question of how my mum feels right now. And nan. And my uncle. God, please don't let my grandpa die at Christmas. Please.
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