I don't know if my grandmother will last, and i don't know how i'm going to cope with it. Most pressingly, i don't know how i can help my mum cope with this.
But life must go on, no matter how blunt it may sound.
Call it a foreboding of sorts, or a woman's instinct, but i've been feeling almost close to depressed yesterday and today, when i woke up.
Grandmum's 98 now.
Sigh.
On a more frivolous note, went to gym with S. today and had ice cream and cake afterwards at Scoop and Slice.
Also finally got my two books-Stephen King's Dark Tower series; The Drawing of the Three and The Wastelands'. When i've finally gotten ahold of the entire series, imma re-read all of them in order.
These days, reading seems to hold the only spark of sanity for me. What keeps me level headed and, well, at least it keeps this sick sadness away.
Sigh.
Gna hang with mum tmr before visiting my Grandmum, i hope all is, and will go well.
Ta. ^^
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