I've always imagined my late grandmother, the most precious woman I've ever know, a real Jesus lover.. taking care of all the babies up in Heaven.. in her rocking chair, just the way she used to take care of me.. I'll bet all the children have all the nice grannies taking care of them in the best daycare in the Universe....just waiting to meet us! I can hardly wait!
Well, your granny and mine are having a blast right now! Only instead of just rocking, they are running with hinds feet!
The comfort that I took after a horrible miscarriage where I nearly died myself was that my grandma was there with my little Jamie to introduce her to Jesus.
I know one day I willheal, but right now, when I htink of my grandma, I think about the drunks (my uncles, aunt, and mother) cowering over her bed, like Felos- telling htem it is okay to give up... and she is squeezing their hands and shaking her head,,, and they all just shake their heads....
I say-- "She wants to live..." and I smile, and my mother half chuckles and says, "She has NO choice."
My grandma confused and scared, but fighting... as they pump more and more drugs into her,... following their "protocol."
And I have No action to stop them. Nothing. No court to seek, nothing....