So my 96-year-old grandmother is not doing well.
She was rushed to the hospital two nights ago because she wasn't breathing properly and my fam in Santa Cruz got a call at 5am yesterday from my aunt saying they should come up asap to the hospital because of how severe the situation was. As of right now my grandmother is on an intubator at UC Davis hospital and all of my family is with her, except me.
I am here, 3,000 miles away. (Insert anger slash frustration slash guilt slash indescribable feelings of resentment toward J at the moment that he didn't just go to UC Berkeley or Stanford and we had to move so far away for so long, making it impossible for me to just hop in a car and drive a couple hours up the state to be at her bedside for her final moments.)
J and I are taking the next plane out of here today and flying into Sacramento to be with my family over the weekend and attend the funeral. Unfortunately J's finals start Tuesday, but he can continue studying on the plane today and Sunday because there are more important things than...well...law school.
I'll be MIA from blogging for the next few days, but I'll be back soon.
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