A while back, I blogged about my late grandmother's passing. Sympathies all around.

Now share with me the rage!

My mum finally broke it to us - my grandmother died of complications from the speech therapist. She insisted that it'd be fine that my grandmother spoke, her head tilted backwards. Well, water rushed into her lungs due to that treatment and led to a high fever. In fear of her fever my mum starved my grandmother, complications arose and then she died. Of that. Not of her cancer. She died drowning and starving. She could've lived longer.

That made my blood boil so bad.

-<dd>