Malt? Or Simply Pumpkin Pie in a Cup?

            My grandpa Campbell is in the hospital, so.... me trying to be a good granddaughter decided to make a little visit to room 432. Before I arrived I called to see if there was anything I could bring. They politely told me they were fine until i asked if they wanted milkshakes. My grandpa did not turn that one down. He wanted a Vanilla Malt. I had never had one before. I have always thought that they sound good but never tried one. So I took this opportunity to try something new.(:
            I went to Dairy Queen and ordered 3 vanilla malts. The guy wrote my name on the receipt and spelled it like this, "Clerisa." First time I have had anyone spell it like this. But hey today was a day of first times.
              I arrived at the lovely hospital and got several comments like, "Are those cold?" Haha it was a cold day and well it didn't really make sense that I had ice cream. Hot Chocolate seemed so much more fitting with the droopy weather we were receiving. Another comment that was, "Someone is going to love you." I hoped so. That was my goal. To make the hospital a happier place with one grandparent at a time.
                I really enjoyed our chat as we all sat eating our vanilla malts. It tasted more like pumpkin pie to me but whatever. I asked y grandma if it tasted like pumpkin pie to her and she sarcastically replied, "It tasted like a vanilla malt." Then she just laughed. I love them to death. I am very blessed to have amazing grandparents who love me.
              We laughed and had a great time even though it was not the best of situations. My grandpa has been struggling with breathing for sometime now and it 's not getting easier. His heart rate has been getting up into the 200's. Well, I would like to inform you that that is not good nor safe by any means. I was informed that your heart rate gets to like 100 something when you are running. No he was no power running through the hospital. He was just sitting there. I wasn't present at the time but I don't think he was power sitting either, just relaxing.
             It's a hard time and I know I am suppose to prepare for the worst but hope for the best. But I am struggling with that because he has been making future plans with me so obviously he is planning on living so how can I prepare for the worst when he doesn't even plan on making the worst happen? I know that whatever happens is meant to be. I was talking to my sister Kaysha and she gave me a different perspective on death. Lemme shoot that at cha.
              Life is a test. When we get done with a test we feel a huge relief. No body likes to be tested so  death is probably like a huge relief. You finish the test. Yes it's sad for us because we will miss them BUT on the bright side, they are happy and finally done being tested constantly. Just something for you to think about.