December 2011, I hop off the bus and realize that my dad is not home. That was the first sign that something was wrong. I had a feeling in my stomach that I had never experienced before, and that was dread. Before I can ask what’s going on, I’m told to quickly pack a bag, and that we would be staying somewhere else for the night. It isn’t until we are on the road that we are told my grandma has had a life threatening stroke. What followed after that is hazy. I was terrified and confused. I did not understand what a stroke was or the impact it would have on my grandma. No one had received clear information on the severity from my parents, who were at the hospital. I was not allowed to visit my grandma until she was moved to a rehabilitation
