• My grandma is in "The Great Big Race", or, in other words, the hospital.
    She races, she races for us, for her, for family, laughter, smiles, hugs, kisses, for life.
    She is dashing, racing, jumping with a solemn face.
    I can see the pain in her eyes as she goes further and further to the back of the cloud of people racing.
    She is loosing.
    My dad told me that in a race, the people who finish have their name flash in lights.
    I am afraid her name might never make it to the lights.
    She might not finish to claim her prize.....Life.