December 8th, 2006.
I’m sleeping when I hear my brother screaming.
Gasp for air.
Jolt out of bed.
My brother is hunched over my Nana.
I stood there in a loud & frantic silence, while an expanding pool of blood encircles my grandmother.
She’s lying face down.
My body reacts with involuntary tears and convulsive breathing. I’m not helping. I can’t help it. Being human becomes very difficult in this moment. Luckily my brother is composed.
He dials 911.
Nana wakes up. What’s happening?
We have to go to the hospital.
Nana’s eyes are bulging out of her scull. She’s afraid. She doesn’t speak English. She sees me. She begs me to take her home.
39 days later.
Not bad for a 96 year old.
This is a fragment of time. Not the whole story, but a terribly horrifying moment in my life. I hope you feel the confusion and fear that I felt the day my Nana fell.