So for those of you who had read the story of my daughter (and yes I will call her that to the day I die.) I wanted to give you all a bit of an update. Things have gotten worse, but at the same time better. It's only been a month but allow me to explain.
During this month my grandmother had become ill, very very ill. I had her move into my ****** apartment with me (this is probably a good time to tell you she's the one who raised me, neither parents are alive.) As I took care of her she got worse and worse, needing me to do everything for her, though with my job it became impossible. Luckily, being in Canada the healthcare allows for me to have a full time caregiver for when I'm at work. Eventually though she lost the ability to move on her own, she was going blind, and becoming hard of hearing. She had MODS.
Despite her lack of ability to talk, and her inability to remember things, she would still ask "Where's Emma?" almost daily, it would hurt each time, because sometimes those were the only two words she could get out that day. One day however she called me over when I was getting home from work and said "Thank you for caring for me for so long, but I don't have much time. I know I haven't been the easiest to deal with but I need you to promise me something before my time comes. I want to see Emma one last time." All I could say is "I'll try" before she fell asleep.
Hoping my ex had some kind of soul I decided to phone her, unfortunately or...fortunately for me, Jeff answered. Now I was expecting things to go badly with him, but he told me that my ex was at work. I explained the situation and he actually agreed to help me, saying "No kid should be stopped from seeing someone they love." All I could do was thank him and set something up. He agreed to bring Emma over the next day while my ex was at work.
He made good on that promise and for the first time in nearly a month I saw those beautiful blue eyes run to me and say "DADDY!". I hugged her and held her with everything I had, I still love her, I always will. I brought Emma into my grandmas room, and Emma said "Hi Gwanny, I missed you." My grandma looked up, smiled for the first time in a long time, and said "I missed you too Emma, I love you" We hung out for a couple hours. As Emma left it hurt almost as much as the first time, and my grandma passed away the next day. Cont vvv