Fighting back tears

To watch my grandmother in the hospital, just lying there, waiting for some answers, breaks my heart.
She had plans to fix apples. She had plans to gather in her tomatoes today too.
Those plans were botched. Her body just won't let her do what she wants.
She is in the hospital waiting to see how much longer she will have to be there before she can get back to her apples and tomatoes.
She told more stories of her youth with her sisters and brothers and her dad how kind he was and how to cook things properly and, despite her desires not to, she ate the hospital food and remarked how hers at home tasted much better. We all say that when we eat the hospital food, but seriously, hers does taste better.