Witch Belle

   Today I received a text message that my maternal grandfather was rushed to the ER unresponsive. They resuscitated him, put him on oxygen and gave him a lot of pain killers. Later around noon the doctors decided it was time to take the breathing tube out. One whole side of his brain was completely full of blood. They expected him not to last a half hour but it has now been ten hours. I'm not sure how to react to all of this.    All week has been mental torture with anxiety and a full day panic attack on Wednesday. As of today I finally felt normal. Until the messages that is. I should have known there was something wrong last night when receiving a call from my dad's cell phone instead of my mom. My mother had had multiple mini seizures that kept them both up all night into the early morning. And then for my mom to receive a call from her mom at 6am was alot for her to deal with. Because of my mental and emotional exhaustion from the week I didn't answer my phone c...

     A whole year, 365 days, has passed since my paternal Grandfather passed away. There aren't enough words to describe the emotions and thoughts that have happened and traversed my mind in such a time. Without a current job my mind has had more time to dwell in depressing thoughts and given more time to morn. So many things were great about my Grandpa, from his strength to handle anything thrown at him (metaphorically speaking) to his deep love for my grandmother and the rest of his family. He grew up in a time where men were not suppose to show or say their feelings. Work till your body is broken, take an aspirin and keep going. My Grandma has had many health issues over the year, the farm and crops always had to be attended too, and neighbors asked for his help when things got hairy. All this and more was constantly on my Grandfather's plate. It was rare to ever hear him complain about any of it or his own health inconveniences. He was raised different and his Father ...