Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong

We have put the grill and garbage cans in the garage, stocked up on bottled water and batteries, done all of the hurricane things. We are set for the duration of the Frankenstorm. Boston isn't expected to take a direct hit, but high winds and flooding may make us lose power, and there'll likely be some damage. I am from Florida. I'm calm about this.

My grandmother is dying right now.

I know, I've said here that my grandmother is dying, and even that the progress is accelerating. What I mean tonight is that she is dying right now. She's expected to be gone within the hour. They just pulled three liters of fluid from her on Tuesday, and she is already full again. She was crying and calling for us days ago; now she is unresponsive. There is crackling in her lungs. She moans with every breath.

I could barely hear my sister through her tears at first, and after that, she was just talking incredibly fast. Dad, too. Like methheads, if you've ever heard speedbabble. Mom couldn't talk.

It's tonight.

We have a hurricane coming.

Flights are being canceled left and right. I don't know if Logan will be open this week, or if the hurricane will perform upfuckery upon it. If it's open, I don't know how backlogged it will be.

I may not be able to go to her funeral.

I have so many candles. But I don't have any yahrzeit candles.

If you believe in such things - or even if you don't but acting thusly isn't in actual opposition to your beliefs - please send up a quick prayer or a good thought for my grandmother, that she may have a swift and easy passing. Please, tonight. Please, soon. Please, no more pain.

EDIT: It's over. May her memory be for a blessing.
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