Tempus Fugit...
It seems I had just returned from my trip just yesterday....
Now I'm into study time for Finals. I got into school this morning at 9:30 am and am finally settling down to study again. Yesterday I was in from 9:00 am-11:30 pm with miscellaneous study breaks in between.
My brother called me on Friday night to let me know that our 86 year old grandmother passed away Friday morning from a stroke. He heard it from our sister. Unfortunately by then it was around midnight and I was utterly exhausted and could think of nothing else but crawling into bed and sleep.
I'm glad my brother and I got to visit with our grandmother last summer when I was home for break. She was in declining health already and would occasionally fade in and out of the conversation when we were talking with her, but she did recognized us every now and then, especially my brother who had spent several months with her as a kid. We didn't live in the same city as most of our relatives when we were growing up so my memories of my grandmother are of us visiting our grandparents when we went up to Los Angeles for family celebrations. She was a kindly lady. I can't imagine what it was like to have borne 16 children with my grandfather (one died at a few days old from an umbilical cord infection) and to know at the end that he had 6 other kids with another woman in the same small town.
She had been in the hospital for a stroke two weekends before I left for Mexico during the X-mas holidays and had just been moved out of the ICU into recovery the weekend I left for Guadalajara. I spoke with my father today and he tells me that she never quite recovered, every now and then she would wake up, yawn, and make motions of trying to communicate but she never did wake up completely out of it.
She had been moved to hospice about a week ago and her children that were in the area would visit with her. My father was there on Thursday night and she passed away around 6:00 am on Friday morning. I'm more relieved after having spoken with my father because I was concerned about how he would be taking it, but after telling me the whole story, he seems to be have made his peace with it. As sad as it is, he is glad that she is no longer suffering.
So what happens next is they have "el Velorio". I think the name comes from "Velas" which are candles since it is usually held at night where people come to your come to pray for the dead. Then she will be sent back to Teocuitatlan where she will have another funeral service and will be buried in the family plot.
*sigh*
Alas, now I have to return to Pharmacology because the exam awaits me at 9:00 am on Monday.
-Del
Now I'm into study time for Finals. I got into school this morning at 9:30 am and am finally settling down to study again. Yesterday I was in from 9:00 am-11:30 pm with miscellaneous study breaks in between.
My brother called me on Friday night to let me know that our 86 year old grandmother passed away Friday morning from a stroke. He heard it from our sister. Unfortunately by then it was around midnight and I was utterly exhausted and could think of nothing else but crawling into bed and sleep.
I'm glad my brother and I got to visit with our grandmother last summer when I was home for break. She was in declining health already and would occasionally fade in and out of the conversation when we were talking with her, but she did recognized us every now and then, especially my brother who had spent several months with her as a kid. We didn't live in the same city as most of our relatives when we were growing up so my memories of my grandmother are of us visiting our grandparents when we went up to Los Angeles for family celebrations. She was a kindly lady. I can't imagine what it was like to have borne 16 children with my grandfather (one died at a few days old from an umbilical cord infection) and to know at the end that he had 6 other kids with another woman in the same small town.
She had been in the hospital for a stroke two weekends before I left for Mexico during the X-mas holidays and had just been moved out of the ICU into recovery the weekend I left for Guadalajara. I spoke with my father today and he tells me that she never quite recovered, every now and then she would wake up, yawn, and make motions of trying to communicate but she never did wake up completely out of it.
She had been moved to hospice about a week ago and her children that were in the area would visit with her. My father was there on Thursday night and she passed away around 6:00 am on Friday morning. I'm more relieved after having spoken with my father because I was concerned about how he would be taking it, but after telling me the whole story, he seems to be have made his peace with it. As sad as it is, he is glad that she is no longer suffering.
So what happens next is they have "el Velorio". I think the name comes from "Velas" which are candles since it is usually held at night where people come to your come to pray for the dead. Then she will be sent back to Teocuitatlan where she will have another funeral service and will be buried in the family plot.
*sigh*
Alas, now I have to return to Pharmacology because the exam awaits me at 9:00 am on Monday.
-Del