“My Brush With Morbidity” by Sade

“My grandfather passed away in 2003, but we can’t really classify it as ‘passing away’. One evening that year we got a frantic call from my grandma that my grandfather had fallen and needed to be rushed to the hospital. We hurried to my grandparents house and as soon as we pulled up we knew something bad happened. The sidewalk into the doorway of the house was full of droplets of blood, and when we went inside there was even more blood. They had all tile floors and there was a blood trail leading us to his room. They had already taken him in the ambulance by this time. Inside his room it was like a horror film. My aunt was mopping up the blood but that honestly wasn’t helping. There was blood on the ceiling, blood on the walls, blood on the furniture and even the tv which was very far from his bed where it happened. The floor looked as if someone had poured buckets and buckets – well you get it. In the end my grandmother had to throw away everything in the room, including both the box spring and mattress.

“The cops came later on to investigate the scene because it didn’t appear as if someone had just fallen and hit their head. You’re probably wondering what happened… Well we found out later that while he was resting something busted in his stomach which the doctors believe was a aneurysm. My grandmother said that blood just came gushing out of his mouth and nose everywhere. He must have freaked out (understandably) and jolted up maybe to find a way to stop it. He slipped on the blood that he had already sprayed on the flood and fell, hitting his head on the sharp corner of his end table which took a chunk of meat out of his forehead.

“The most ironic part of it was he died two days after my grandmothers birthday. Also, he was a very violent man; he was abusive and had even put a gun up to his son’s head, pulled the trigger but it jammed. Maybe it was karma’s way of saying happy birthday to my grandma.

“P.S. His death certificate says Cause Of Death was Cancer.
Does that sound like cancer to you?”

I think it could definitely be some sort of damned dramatic stomach cancer. Talk about leaving a mark when you go!

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