So, today, my Great Grandma Wilson died after her surgery. They were working on her cancer (her second operation). I know that she is in a better place. She is no longer in pain. My Uncle Leon, her son, said, "If anyone was any more ready to go, it was her." And that statement is so true. She was ready to go home, and to stay there, in the loving arms of the Father. When I heard it, I had a total blank face on. My mom burst in to tears, and she was very unhappy. I tried to calm her down, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to do that. I didn't cry until after I saw her in her bed. She had tubes everywhere, and bloodstains on her skin. I held her hand, and said a prayer, remembered all the times we had together. If you know me well enough, you know that I am not a very emotional person. It was the same with my grandma's death a while back. It wasn't until the last day of the funeral, that I showed anything remotely close to emotion.
In other news, Nate came over after work. We ate a bowl of cereal, and watched some movies. We started out watching Encino Man on DVD, but our player is messed up. So, we watched Drop Dead Fred on the TV. We also watched Field of Dreams, Popeye and part of King Kong. In the middle of King Kong was when the bad news came in to play. So, I brought him to his mom's house, and then went to the hospital.
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