I ate lunch with my grandparents today at a restaurant. At the end of the meal, my grandfather had what seems to be a mild stroke. He was not responding and appeared pale and blacked-out. 911 was called and he started responding; he did not want to go to Rex Hospital and was coherent enough to sign a waiver exempting the ambulance from responsibility. He’s all right now -- at home and resting. I was sitting across from him at the restaurant. I thought I was watching my grandfather pass right in front of me. I’ve never lost anyone so close, and had never felt more scared. My heart was racing. He is 84, I rationalized; maybe this is his time. I am relieved he is home, but I fear the next six to twelve months may not be good.


Anonymous
06:41:12 PM