“Granny! How are you?” I asked, trying to sound cheerful as I waltzed into her hospital room.

The room was as white and simple as ever. The hospital room was filled with advanced medical equipment and machines that were designed to keep my granny alive.

“I’m doing well. Have you been busy?” Granny asked, probably referring to the fact that I didn’t drop by before.

“A little. A couple of things happened…and I just got tied up…” I replied vaguely.

Sensing that I didn’t want to talk about it any further, my grandmother did not continue asking. Instead, she started talking about small random things that she knew would cheer...