Anyway, while my sis was in the hospital, found out my grandma (dad's side) had collapsed and was sent to the hospital and had passed away a few days later on the morning of the Ninth. (Hospital I knew, but her passing I found out when my mom slipped up on the drive over for my daily visit) Dad and I went to her services the 13th (wake) and 14th (funeral, had to help carry the casket) Now, this was the woman who took care of me as a kid when both parents were working until we moved when I was ten, and I felt nothing. (Maybe I am heartless...) Anyway, almost every night for three weeks, I was left alone with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company... whether it was fearing for my sister's health or... other things. But I digress.
Everything's starting to return to a semblance of normalcy here, but... can't help think. How different would things have been if she wasn't bounced around from place to place before being sent to the hospital that first day? Or if she spoke up before?

I'm sorry you had such a difficult month, I know it hasn't been easy. Just remember we're here for you if you need us. : )

Sounds like it's been tough... like Paladin said we're here for you.