I don’t really hate it-hate-it, but the feeling that you’re going there because of a not-so-good reason gives me the bitter feeling whenever I set foot on a hospital.  The last time I went there was to wait for the body of a friend who was going to be buried in another state.  Since we cannot travel that far, that time was the only time we were able to say goodbye.  It was a mixed day at the hospital, while we grieve her passing, we also reminisced our college days with her, how quiet she was, and how noisy the rest of us alive were. That was 2 years ago.

Now, a relative of mine is in the hospital for the same disease.  It’s just heartbreaking.