My grandma was diagnosed with a terminal illness while I was in 4th grade. In my freshman year, she was deathly ill, in a coma and we were going to take her off life support. We did and she survived. They said she had a few days. In those few days I lived in the hospital with her. On the last day, a women in a hospital gown approached me. I had stepped out of the room in tears because my mawmaw was too tired to even open her eyes. The women ask why such a young girl was in this place. When I explained she looked me in the eyes through my tears and hugged me as tight as she could. She held me. She said “I’m so sorry pretty girl..”. I never told anyone until today. The women was God’s blessing..