Birthday's and deathday's
Dan's birthday was monday. I wish I could say that it was a happy one, but unfortunately such is not the case. There was a lot of unpleasent work drama for him, which is sad...though one of his co-workers did take him out for lunch. And then that evening we found out that his great-grandmother was back in the hospital after having just been released a few days prior. This time she had fluid building up in all her joints, and they were keeping her sedated and intubated because of the pain. She passed away yesterday morning.
I wish I could have met her. We spoke on the phone a few times, and she impressed the hell out of me with her wisdom and her spunk. She was a fiesty ole lady. The first time she and I spoke, was a year ago, just after christmas. She wanted to get to know Danny's new wife. ~smiles~ She asked me if he and I had fought yet. I told her that we had. She told me that was a good thing and she was glad to hear it. Because, she said, that not everything will always be rosey and easy. You have to get into an arguement every now and then. It's good to, because then you learn how to work through the hard times instead of just giving up. I agreed with her and told her that we definately worked through our arguements.
She told me about how she kept her roommate in the nursing home she was going. That her roommate seemed to just to want to sit around and wait to die, but that she wasn't letting her. She was always dragging her roomie down to dinner or to play bingo with her, because you just can't stop. You have to keep going, she told me.
And she did. She kept on going. And she's probably still going. The world is an emptier place without her in it now, but she just wanted to keep going and her failing body wouldn't let her anymore. Now she is free and unencumbered and can keep going anywhere and anyhow she wants to.
I am deeply grateful for the wisdom she shared with me, and I am extremely lucky for having known her even the little bit that I did.
Keep on trucking Grandma. Keep on trucking........
I wish I could have met her. We spoke on the phone a few times, and she impressed the hell out of me with her wisdom and her spunk. She was a fiesty ole lady. The first time she and I spoke, was a year ago, just after christmas. She wanted to get to know Danny's new wife. ~smiles~ She asked me if he and I had fought yet. I told her that we had. She told me that was a good thing and she was glad to hear it. Because, she said, that not everything will always be rosey and easy. You have to get into an arguement every now and then. It's good to, because then you learn how to work through the hard times instead of just giving up. I agreed with her and told her that we definately worked through our arguements.
She told me about how she kept her roommate in the nursing home she was going. That her roommate seemed to just to want to sit around and wait to die, but that she wasn't letting her. She was always dragging her roomie down to dinner or to play bingo with her, because you just can't stop. You have to keep going, she told me.
And she did. She kept on going. And she's probably still going. The world is an emptier place without her in it now, but she just wanted to keep going and her failing body wouldn't let her anymore. Now she is free and unencumbered and can keep going anywhere and anyhow she wants to.
I am deeply grateful for the wisdom she shared with me, and I am extremely lucky for having known her even the little bit that I did.
Keep on trucking Grandma. Keep on trucking........