I have been thinking about my late grandmother all week. This coming Thursday marks the one-year anniversary of her departure. Last night when the lights went out before sleep, I thought about her again. That particular night she spent in the ICU when she had the blood transfusion... I was alone with grandmother. I remembered the nurse came in to the room to draw her blood. She poked the needle on top of my grandma's frail hand and missed. I had to press her arm down to hold her still. Frightened and tried to pull away, I saw the blood forming beneath her skin, spreading under the membrane like an ink-spill covering her hand... I can never forget it!
Those sad eyes I saw, I can only say little to comfort her...