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Nana. in Life 2016

  • Jan. 22, 2016, 8:05 p.m.
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I’ve been contemplating going out to take a walk before it snows and for some reason, I was drawn to look out the big window I have in my living room before I go. I don’t know why, I just had the urge, so I did.
My big window overlooks a fairly large hill that separates my apartment building with two other apartment buildings. There was an elderly woman walking back to her apartment, a cane in one hand and her rolling laundry basket in the other. As I looked out the window, I could see her stumbling. She clearly lost her balance. She then fell face first into the sidewalk. My heart dropped. I immediately wanted to run and help her. She was struggling to get up, and after a few seconds it was apparent to me she wasn’t going to be able to help herself up. She must have been in so much pain, and I became panicked. I ran over to the closet to get my coat, and I was going to run up the hill and help her up. I put my coat half way on, ran over to the window to see if she was still on the ground, and there were two middle-aged ladies helping her up and walking her to her apartment. I was so relieved that there were others there to help her. I wouldn’t have been able to get to her as quickly. She must have been so scared. I know I was, just witnessing it.
And then for some reason, I began to cry. I’m not exactly sure why. I was scared for her. I felt guilty I couldn’t get down there quick and help her. I felt bad she fell. I don’t understand why I was meant to witness that, but I did. I didn’t go over to the window and see that by accident.
It reminded me of my Nana. My Nana has a history of falling, and quite often, and I know when I go to visit her, I’m always so paranoid when she walks around and tries to do things. I’m always so terrified she’s going to fall. Especially now since my grandfather passed, she lives alone. My Nana has also had an exceptionally hard past year. Her husband passed away and a month later her youngest daughter (my mom) passed away…
I’m going for that walk now. And I think I’m going to call my Nana tonight.


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