Just not long enough...

There are so many things that I've been meaning to ask my grandmother. We're not close, but we have some type of connection, albeit a weak one. I've never had a meaningful conversation with her. I've never asked about my ancestors--the ones that she knew. I never asked her about the woman who my mother and I are named after. I never asked her about my grandfather--about what kind of man he was. I've never seen pictures of her as a young woman. There is so much that I haven't said to her. But she doesn't have much time left. My mother called me this morning and told me that my grandmother had 6 months to live. She has cancer and it's eating her alive. I hate it. We weren't close, but she's my mom's mom and she loved me in her own way. She once asked me to name my daughter, if I were to have one, Hannah--after her mother. I wish I could have fulfilled that one thing she asked of me.

I'm a mess. My grandmother, the woman that is a fast walker, always busy, and quite witty is so weak and I wish her peace and comfort. I love my grandmother in my own way and I feel that now.

Defeat: tr. verb
1. To win victory over; beat
2. To prevent the success of; thwart
3. To make void; annul

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