Lucky

by Paige or Boogie   May 16, 2007


I sit there thinking how can she take it. It's my granny, she hurting. How can she just sit there all day, every day? See we don't know how lucky we are to not be hurting all the time. She hurting all over back, neck, arms, everything. She can't even get in the shower by herself anymore. I sit there and she's saying "I'm sorry baby. I wish you didn't have to go through this." I say "It's ok. I know you would do the same for me." She just lays there and crys. Just sitting in that wheelchair. We just don't know how lucky we really are!!

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