Last week my grandma fell and hit her head. She fell on monday night/tuesday morning at 12:30. At 12:45 while my mom was calling the ambulance i was holding my grandmas hand. She was looking deeply into my eyes, but in a way not deep at all, and as i heard her last groans of pain her lips trembled as if she was going to say something her eyes then became glassy with a far away look about her face. She then stopped making eye-contact with or responding to anyone. Then the paramedics came in and hooked her up to the machine to read her heart beat and asked their questions. they took her away. then a few minutes later me my mom and my dad went to the hospital that they took her to, st. john's. We met my uncle there. i saw my grandma in her bed, she looked like she was in the deepest sleep you could be in and still be alive. The doctor said that she had a severe amount of bleeding in her head and was brain dead. My two brothers arrived very soon after that and the priest arrived. He was a Romanian Catholic priest but she is a Roman Catholic. It was good enough though and he did the little ritual thing that they do. I went home with my brothers. It was the middle of the night and there were no cars on the road so my brother went as fast as his car would allow. so as were neared 95 mph things felt slow motion. it was the strangest and most empty feeling i have ever felt. She died wednesday morning.