And that my friends is why I hate butterflys

There are a zillion billion kajillion butterflys up here. You can’t even drive to the grocery store with out 50 of them comitting suicide on your windshield. It’s hard to see with big yellow blobs of guts all over the place. They drive me nuts.

I went to visit Grammy today in the hospital. It was worse than I had expected. It took all I had not to break down and cry right in front of her. I only stayed for about 20 minutes or so while she ate lunch. She barley eats. Last night I guess she had a blood transfusion. Her red blood cells are low or something I’m not quite sure. When she first went into the hospital I thought she would be fine but now I’m not so sure. I guess I really need to start preparing myself for the worst. I bursted into tears as soon as I walked out of the room. She can’t hardley talk. She did tell me a funny story about a dream she had about a burnt chicken and how when she woke up she asked the nurse where her chicken was. It took her a minute to realize it was a dream. It’s funny how real dreams can be.
I don’t want her to suffer but I don’t want her to die either. Nathan says he thinks she will get better but I think he is just saying what I want to hear so I’ll feel better. It was strange to think that today could have been the last time I will ever talk to her.
I’ll be back down on Wednesday and we will see how she is then. If Grammy dies this will be the closest person I have ever had die. I don’t know if that made sense or not. I mean, I’ve never lost anyone who I was super close to. I think I’ll take a nap now.

And that my friends is why I hate butterflys.