When I'm told my gran has stopped eating, isn't/can't drink fluids, her heart is packing up, and is being transferred to a hospice "to make her comfortable.", I know I'm getting on a plane.
I'm going to fly Wednesday, get in Thursday morning, and stay at my old mans until the following Wednesday. That's the plan I have for now. And to get a ticket. Should be cheap right? They want to sell those last seats.....bugger. So, immediate evac, see everyone soon. Si.
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