We're all susceptible.

I'm sitting down here
In the waiting room
And I'm waiting to hear
The very bad news

My grandmother called earlier tonight. I wondered what it was, why she was calling right then and why it was a strange number. And why there was that catch in her voice.

And it seems like years
That I've had this fear
And sometimes a sigh
Just isn't long enough

And then I found out. The results of her MRI. It was supposed to be nothing.
Brain cancer.
Three lobes.

And the fact that it's inevitable
Doesn't really make it bearable
And the pain in my soul
Won't go away

She's my last grandparent. I wanted her to see me get married to this man I love, to see me graduate and start working, to see that there are so many good things in the world and have hope for the future. To see that she made a huge difference. All these selfish things.

And we're all susceptible
To the unthinkable
As long as we're
Living down here

Right now I hate cancer. I hate it. I hate that things haven't gone so well for her in the past few years. I hate that I didn't call her back sometimes. I hate that I didn't spend enough time with her sometimes.

One day soon
We will see His face
And these pain and tears
They will be replaced

But until that day
It has to be this way
And sometimes a sigh
Just isn't long enough

I don't know how much time. I don't know what to do.

And the fact that it's inevitable
Just barely makes it bearable
And the pain in my soul
Won't go away

And we're all susceptible
To the incredible
As long as we're
Living down here

"Sometimes a Sigh" - Gary Aronhalt