Grandma died while I watched.Β 

I watched my grandma suffocate to death. There I said it. That wasn’t so bad, was it? 

Grandma was having trouble breathing one afternoon and was taken to the hospital by my mom and aunt. A few days later, we were told she wouldn’t live much longer. 

The doctor came in to evaluate grandma. He said she’d be fine for another couple of days. He advised my family members to go home and rest. He said that I could sit with grandma in the meantime. 

They left. I sat with my mom. Grandma suffocated. She was DNR. There was nothing we could do. It felt like a bad episode of Grey’s Anatomy. 

Well, guess grandma won’t be judging my lifestyle anymore. 

That was rude, I know. 

Blaire πŸ’‹

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It’s me, Blaire.Β 

I want to be straight forward from the start. My blogs will be offensive. Ya see, that’s why I started this blog. I want to tell things the way they really are. Not with the sugar coating and fake happy attitude; rather, the kind of honesty that makes you take a step back and reevaluate your take on life. The type of honesty that has you secretly nodding your head and wanting to know more. If that’s what you’re looking for, you’ve come to the right place.

And since I’m being open, I curse, I party harder than I should, I have a ratchet family, I don’t like coffee, and I’ve realized through it all that someone out there will read this blog and love every second of my twisted little life, or not. Who cares.

More from me soon,
Blaire

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