I Don't Really Know My Grandparents

My grandma had a minuscule stroke recently, and I thought she was going to die. This was on April 29th, she's better now and has had no sequelae, the whole thing seems like a bad dream, but it made me think a lot about life. Specifically, April 29th was a Wednesday, and my grandma was at the hospital for a week or so afterwards. During that time, someone in the family was always by her side, as it is important not to leave the elderly to their own devices, and my mom wanted me to stay a while too, as alternating would make the whole ordeal less onerous to everyone. It ended up being unnecessary, my father decided he would spend an entire day there and friends of my grandmother were called upon, but it made me think about what could I say to her. The first thing that came to my mind were memories from when I was a young child, maybe 5 or 6, when my other grandma was dying of cancer. I remember her propped up on her bed as she didn't have the strength to stand up, barely able to talk,…