We’re going up to the hospital to see Grandma Rae. I didn’t even know she was sick.

As we step off the elevator, the smell of hospital engulfs me. I never like it but it is part of a visit. Hope she’s OK. A knock, ”Come in.” we enter and there she is.

In bed, tubes everywhere, yellow with the jaundice of failing organs. Oh no! Grandma! You are never going to live, Death is already upon you!

I can’t cry, maybe I mumble a few words. The shock is too much. Why didn’t they say something?