So last week, my 95 year old Grandfather fell and cracked his vertebrae.  Long story short, it was a rough road last week with dr.s saying that he was lucky to be alive…and today I receive a phone call from my sister saying that his kidneys had failed and that my Grandmother and aunts, uncles and father had made the decision to pull his life support (he has been unresponsive a day after it happened).

While we live 6 hours away now – I used to live in the same town as all of my family until I went away to college.  EVERY Sunday was spent at my Grandparents house and I have so many memories of him when I was a kid.

But I think the hardest part for me is my thinking of my Grandmother…and I wonder, “How do you do it?”

How do you say goodbye?

How do you kiss your loves lips for the last time and know that you will never be able to do that again?

How do you share your whole life with someone…go through wars, 6 kids and over 50 years…and then in one moment…it is all gone.

My prayers are with her…because I don’t know how she can do this…