My grandmother fell yesterday on her 76th birthday, and it took about 3 firemen to lift her to get her onto a stretcher to take her to the hospital. She went and had an X-Ray and was sent home without them noticing her leg was broken, she suffered in pain all night, till she had to go back and was admitted.The hospital now sees that she has internal bleeding, and may have to have surgery to fix it, which I do not believe she will recover from. My family is taking this time, not to come together and put their differences aside, but to bicker and argue still with each other. My family has allowed themselves to be filled with petty hate for their brother, and he has allowed himself to lose his closeness with his family. Your mother, my grandmother is sitting alone drugged in a hospital room and where are you all? Where is the love that this family once had to come together to help one another? I am sick and tired of the fighting, since I moved away. I am tired of there being drama with one another. Will it really take us losing the one woman that we all cared most about, for us to be in the same room and realise that at one point or another, we were wrong? Will it take the death of my grandmother for us to sit down and realise that we need to apologise to one another and become a family once again?
Grow up, and let the differences be gone.
I ask my friends and family, to pray for my Family once again, that they may find peace, and healing thoughts, that my grandmother may find peace or heal back to being herself.
I don't know how much longer, I can go on watching this, before I wash my hands of them and walk away for good.