We Stay Still

Getting grocery, doing laundry, paying bills, going to work, taking my medicine, the rain, the sunsets... Y'know, it's like nothing seems to matter anymore when knowing your loved ones are growing old, growing frail, towards the end of life...

My grandmother was in the hospital recently [she fainted] and ever since she got home, she's been really weak. My mom told me last night that grandma hasn't really been the same...

Today while on the freeway, I drove by downtown LA and saw a Chinese New Year parade on the bridge above, and then I wondered if she's going to make it to next year...

I've never met my grandfather, and she hasn't seen him for almost 70 years now - maybe soon, maybe not - only time will tell. I believe, and will always remember, that life [and beyond] is truly a miracle, and wherever/whatever she will be or become, someday, I'll be there, too... and I find that comforting.