I've started this post about 16 times and am having trouble finding the right words to express how I feel., so here's the shortened version.
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They thought my Granny was going to die Sunday night. When I got the call that evening, they predicted it would only be a matter of hours before she was gone.
You don't have to come. There isn't anything you can do. We don't know if you can make it in time.
I had to.
She was alive, and remains so today having improved somewhat throughout the night.
I made it. I held her hand, stroked her hair and heard her say my name.
Maybe for the last time.
And for that, I'm thankful.