I'm not sure.

I don't know how to describe this. I never meant to make this a horrid, grimy, disturbing picture. It just came out that way, it was in my head. When my grandmother was in the hospital all I could think about was how much it would kill me if my family lost her. While she was there, she wanted help, but she just couldn't say it. When I looked at her, everything was in black and white, everything stood still, even though I knew she was going to be okay. You get that gut clenching feeling when you feel as though your losing something you love so very deeply. Its like a hammer to the heart, and I have no other way to describe it. I'm sorry if this image is something that you don't want to see, or don't want to think about. I'm sorry if your in my family, and you can't imagine my grandmother in such a light. This image is about her, but its not, its about all moments, all times in which you're about to lose someone you love deeply. When they are crying for help, and you can't do anything but hope the doctor makes the right decision, or hope they are happy in the last few moments. You come to grips with loss eventually, and they never really do leave do they?

People have crossed paths with me in my life, and then left this earth but I will never forget the mark they left on me and on others. I feel as though if I don't remember those things, it would make their lives insignificant. I will remember and I will never take a day in this life for granted.