From birth till I was 8 years old, it was just my mom and me. My grandpa died that year and after a short stint of living in a retirement community alone, my grandma came to live with my mom and I. So until I was 18 years old and went off to college, I was with my gram, a lot. My mom worked full-time, but Gram was always home. I wouldn't say we had a fantastic relationship all of the time, but I've always loved her.
So anyway, she had a stroke.
She's living in Sutherland Nebraska now, near my aunt, who has been looking after her and visiting her every day. My mom lives in Oregon now - she moved here when I became pregnant with my daughter, about 4 years ago.
Gram was doing okay the day after the stroke, but she's got a blood clot and has been slowly deteriorating ever since. My aunt says she can't button her own shirts anymore, and has trouble walking.
My mom is planning a sort of emergency trip back to Nebraska on the 26th, to visit.
I don't know.
I think I'm still absorbing this. My brain is a little numb on the whole thing.
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