Bittersweet September (Part one)

September is bittersweet for me. Why you ask? Well, sweet because September is the month I was born! Bitter because of numerous reasons that all relate to beloved family members. It started as far back as I can remember. My 6th birthday! My brother then 16 had a serious wreck just a few days before my birthday. He was in ICU at a hospital an hour away from our home. The night I saw him in the emergency room is forever in my memory. He had serious head injuries and a huge open wound in his forhead. My Mom and Dad spent most of their time with him at the hospital coming home to see me in between. The night before my birthday was the only night they spent at home. How hard that must have been for them. I didn't fully understand how they must have felt during that time till I became a mother. Fast forward a few birthdays and there were minor things but, nothing else major for a few years. Then another big one, not make that three major big ones. First my Grandmother, my Mom's Mom, goes into have heart surgery. It turns out tragic. There was complications and she had some of the plaque build up go to her small and large intestines. They gave her a few weeks. She was strong and stayed with us for 3 months!! She left us Christmas morning. During the time she was in the hospital my other Grandmother, my Dad's Mom, was in the same hospital having heart surgery. This was ON my birthday! I celebrated my 19th birthday going between the waiting room of my Grandmother having surgery and visiting my other Grandmother in the ICU.