my grandmother hasn't been in the best health for a while. a few years back she'd been found to have had several small strokes over a long period of time. they said she'd probably had 7 or 8 smaller strokes without any external effect. she'd always been sort of hostile, so you couldn't ever tell she wasn't alright. she was put in the hospital when she had a more major one, i can't quite remember the reasons but when she awoke in the hospital she wasn't quite all there. She couldn't remember who most people were and thought my name, of all people, was Gandorf. weird huh? anyways, she's been in a nursing home for a few years and had been doing fine. she actually regained most of her memory and could remember my family, although we didn't get to visit very often. monday she had a massive heart attack. they didn't give her much time, maybe a few days. she woke up this afternoon and told my grandfather and dad that she was tired of all this and was ready to give up. I can't imagine what it would be like to hear someone say that in the hospital. with the modern technology and medicines, it's become hard to die. I don't know, the more i think about it, the more i understand. she's ready to go. and who's to stop her? they always say that hindsight is 20/20 and it's painful right now.