At The Hospital

Nana's first words...

I lived in my grandmother’s basement for a couple years during college. My parents occupied the main floor and Nana’s bedroom was upstairs. My father had remodeled the basement and added a rather tall set of speakers he’d built for the stereo. They were about 6 feet high, about 2 feet deep and maybe 15 inches across, filling the room with exquisite sound.

One afternoon while my parents were gone for the weekend, I was lying on my bed in front of the stereo drenched in the sounds of my fave folk rockers when I heard a loud THUD from upstairs cutting through the music. I ran up to find Nana unconscious on the floor. I called 911 and she was taken off to the hospital—We learned that she’d had a stroke.

Later when she came to, my aunt was at her side. Aunt M described Nana’s face as “concerned” and the first question she had was, “Does my hair look alright?!”

Which spawned the cartoon…