Nizmo

Contemplating, reflecting, focusing..

i was a bit irritated last night because my selfless intention to update my blog page was thwarted by some connection trouble and i’ve lost nearly one whole passage of what i’ve so affectionately composed. anyway..here’s a bit that i managed to save. (i’ll continue from where i left off the other night)

My grandma was warded last night. She’s 70++ and now she’s down with a lung infection. Right now she’s lying on her bed, breathing heavily as her body tries its best to fight off the infection (supported by steroid and antibiotics injected earlier). I’ve just gone to visit her and so did uncles, aunties, cousins near and far.

We all grouped together around her bed, while her sons and daughters alternately went ahead tenderly kissing her and giving her words of encouragement. Despite floating in and out of consciousness, I think she was able to tell that she’s not alone, that we’re all there supporting her. I must confess that i was deeply affected by what i saw…the affection was touching, but the thought of losing her kept on tugging my heart (and the rest’s too forsure).

Everyone was there physically but I’m sure we’re not like that at all mentally and emotionally. We’re too busy handling our own little reminiscence and occasional fears in our head. Nobody looked at each other in the eye.