This story made me openly weep at work. I had to stop reading it.
This nine-year-old has a terminal cancer, and he was too sick to go to the John Deere Museum like he wanted. So all of the people in his farming community held a parade of tractors and fire trucks and other farming machinery past his window for him. Then he died. What?! I know it's depressing! Shut up! I'M BLEEDING FROM MY 'GINA SO THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT TO ME, OKAY??
Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
She might be ready for it, but I'm not
My grandmother is in the hospital for the first time in 53 years. The last time was for the birth of my father. She has an enlarged heart, and was experiencing some difficulty breathing and fluid retention. Apparently, she is expected to do fine for the time being and should go home Monday with no problems. But at one point (I'm sure because of her age) her doctor had to obtain her wishes regarding resuscitation, should the worst happen. My father told me her answer:
"I'm done."
"I'm done."
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