Among A Choir of Angels

My Grandma called from the hospital and told me she wouldn't be here tomorrow.

I remember when I was young, my dad worked a lot, and he would come home so tired he'd fall asleep until the next day. Because of this, he couldn't take care of me, so it was often left up to my grandma. She'd cook, clean, and made sure I was happy for as long as I could remember.

And I was such a little shithead to her.

I can't count how many times I told her I hated her, or told her to leave me alone. To be honest, I can't even remember why.

She'll be going into surgery soon, to have a pacemaker put in. And I pray, to God, Allah, Shiva, or whoever the fuck is listening, that she'll be fine, However, old people always seem to know when it's time.

Grandma, I know you'll never read this, but I have to put it in writing somewhere, even this stupid, disgusting pony website.

I love you Grandma.