Last night was one of the most awkward nights I can remember. There wasn’t much talking at all. Gram stayed locked in her sunroom, while the rest of us scrambled around getting things ready to bring Pap home.
Gram sent Dru and Dhelia out for the herbs and supplies she needs, but they were very hush-hush about it. I know Gram’s up to something huge, and it makes my stomach queasy just thinking about it.
They called from the hospital earlier to say they’d be here around lunchtime with Pap, so all we can do now is wait. I still haven’t wrapped my head around the fact that he’s coming home to die. I still can’t believe this is happening. I don’t think anyone can. To say it’s gonna hit like a ton of bricks the second they pull the plug, is an understatement.