My grandmother is dying

She had a stroke and is in the hospital. She is suffering so much pain. She has to have a lot of pain medication to stop the suffering and make her comfortable. She is in the hospice section of the hospital now and wanted the medical interventions to stop and she just wants to go peacefully. We don’t know how much longer she has whether it’s a few days or a few weeks. I saw her last night and she told me she loved me. She was dozing in and out of consciousness. My mother was there. My dad visited in the afternoon. My uncle and aunt were there. My cousin visited and as my aunt came down to take me up to my grandma’s room, I said good bye to my younger cousin. My sister can’t be here because of her job until the next couple of weeks. My sister is coming back to live at my parents’ house soon next month again. My mom and uncle stayed with my grandma overnight. It’s so sad and depressing. I probably will see my grandma within the next couple of days again. Seeing her in the hospital bed made me cry. Please pray for my grandma. I’m glad I have my friends Ankur, Chester, and Mark at this time. I haven’t heard from Robert since April 20 th and sunny since May 9th. Maybe I should take the initiative and see how they are doing since then. I’m glad I have my family ( minus the nonsense about my clothing choices and how I keep my room) at this time. We are able to support each other at this tough time and if it were not for my family I would be out on the street that much I know. I pray for my grandmother’s suffering to come to an end. I don’t want her to die but I also don’t want her to suffer. I’ll have memories of being in her room while she watched tv and I knitted, wrote,drew, or read something. I was too harsh and judgmental of her when I was younger, but then I understood why she was the way she was I softened towards her. The times we took her out to eat and hang out at the park. She had limited mobility in her legs so we had to wheel her around. She walked a few steps with a cane. We just buried my grandfather a year ago. I will always remember my grandmother who used to give me cookies/biscuits after I ate my dinner as a special treat. I remember being annoyed when she commented on my clothing choices though just like I was with my parents and she assumed my romantic/sexual orientation that if I wore many layers of clothing I wouldn’t find a boyfriend. But my grandmother was fond of me. I will always remember that. She doesn’t deserve to suffer like this. Even if I didn’t think she and my grandfather were not emotionally supportive of my mother and uncle. And my mom had to work hard from a young age with keeping the house in order while. My grandma and grandpa worked their back breaking jobs. I also don’t like the fact that she wacked my moms mouth hard as a little girl because she bit my uncle really hard. My mom has forgiven her. My grandmother is now helpless.