The worst day of my life

Part 2

I woke up with Rob and my doctor by my side. They told me what had happened and that my injuries weren't severe.
I looked down at my legs and the left one was really swollen. Then I saw my foot and I was speechless. Now I knew what that feeling of loss, missing something was. I only had four toes on my left foot, not five, FOUR! I was distraught, in shock. I couldn't believe my eyes. But, then my doctor said something that pleased me:
"You'll be able to walk normally in two or three hours"
Robert saw the look on my face and said:
"Well, at least now you don't have to be worrying about stubbing your pinkie anymore, you only have one left! And that's less that most of the human race!"
I laughed. Robert always made me feel better.
I felt calm, passive. Even with everything that had gone down. Until, I tilted my head to the right just when I shouldn't of.
Running through the corridor was my mother, my little sister Jane and a doctor with a bed with my grandmother lying there.
Well, my father had abandoned us when I was a kid and Jane was a toddler. So, when my sister left for university in a few months, I'd be just Gran and Mum in the house. My childhood home isn't far from the hospital but, there is another one closer. Whenever my mum comes to this hospital, it means that medically something is very bad. I was the man of the house and my women were in trouble.
I stood up without thinking because when my left foot merely touched the ground I felt the trembler bringing me down, I felt as if my lungs were going to burst and the pain was too much to handle but, I ran anyway.
I reached their room but there was nothing for me to do there.
After twenty minutes of trying to bring back my grandmother, they couldn't. It was time to say goodbye.
We had to let our grandmother go, the woman who brought us candy, always defended us, made us feel happy. My mum and sister cried until it seemed like they didn't have anymore water in them to cry with. I also cried but, I tried to think of the woman I knew as my grandmother; a marvelous woman full of life and joy, not the corpus I saw then. After a while, a doctor asked when the funeral was going to occur and my mum replied:
"My mum, never wanted the typical funeral where the religious burial takes place, she wanted to be burnt, her ashes mixed with glitter and that thrown into the sea. She said that if we were going to pollute in any way, we should do it with her human's wonderful remains."
We couldn't help laughing. I knew that she would always remain in our hearts.
"The worst thing is" said Jane crying "she didn't even get to turn 100."
Today was my grandmother's birthday, she was turning 100. But, my grandmother believed that since she was born at 11:54 she only had 6 minutes of celebration even though she didn't deny that today was her birth date. When the doctor wrote down that she died at 100 we all knew in our hearts that she was still 99, she hadn't turned 100 yet.
"What are we going to do with the party?" I asked.
"We'll have to call every invite and explain what happened." said my mum.
"What? Call people that all loved Rose and tell them: oh! I'm sorry! No party today, birthday girl's had a heart attack, dead now. Obviously can't attend." I said annoyed.
"Don't be so heartless." my mum told me.