not to state the corny or the overtly obvious, but...

life is truly precious.

my grandmother has been in the hospital since Tuesday. she's a real sweety. which sounds ridiculous in print, but is the right thing to say out loud. she's just a kick in the pants and has the best intentions. she loves to laugh and constantly cracks jokes. she is pretty damn funny. what i like about her sense of humor is that she often is the brunt of her own jokes in a very light-handed, never malicious way.

and i don't know if she is going to be okay or not. i just don't know.

but we never know. you could be the healthiest galoot on your block and just happen to step out into the crosswalk at the most inopportune moment.

shit. but i want her to be okay. for her. for me. because i hate loss. because she seems so full of life. so full of life, that it seems odd to see her in the hospital bed, cracking jokes, being gracious. and because, you never really spend the amount of time you should with your grandparents.

and i think of my other grandparents, living in arizona who are two of the most incredible people i have ever met. and i am about 4000 times worse about keeping in contact with them. and life is precious. and tender. and can step out into the sidewalk at the most inopportune moments.

if you are a buddhist, please keep my grandmother LaVonne in your tonglen practice.
if you are christian please please please pray for her.