Grandma's passing
My dear little, funny grandmother has passed on, at the ripe old age of 90.
She had green eyes, blonde hair and was a chocoholic.
She had Alzheimer's, and couldn't always remember my name, but always knew who I was.
She loved my mom's dogs, and could spend hours cuddling and petting them.
She lived in the same house for 55 years.
She was gracious, poised, kind, slightly deaf, and very funny.
This past week has been about making her comfortable. She slipped into a comatose state on Friday, and never woke up. Mom spent several nights there, holding her and saying goodbye. (We have made up some; she apologized for her intemperate words). I have been staying in Woodbury to take care of the dogs, and give her the time to do that.
I will remember Grandma with much fondness. I am concerned about how this will affect the family dynamic. Grandma was sort of a glue holding us together; that and her house was the only one big enough for family gatherings. Things will change now, and I don't like that.
Edit: 2/5/09 was the date of the funeral. I liked the music, didn't care for the pastor, or the very Catholic service, liked the cemetery, sang an impromptu version of Amazing Grace with my cousins, and had a dream the next night about Grandma sitting in a garden, blowing bubbles and laughing.
She had green eyes, blonde hair and was a chocoholic.
She had Alzheimer's, and couldn't always remember my name, but always knew who I was.
She loved my mom's dogs, and could spend hours cuddling and petting them.
She lived in the same house for 55 years.
She was gracious, poised, kind, slightly deaf, and very funny.
This past week has been about making her comfortable. She slipped into a comatose state on Friday, and never woke up. Mom spent several nights there, holding her and saying goodbye. (We have made up some; she apologized for her intemperate words). I have been staying in Woodbury to take care of the dogs, and give her the time to do that.
I will remember Grandma with much fondness. I am concerned about how this will affect the family dynamic. Grandma was sort of a glue holding us together; that and her house was the only one big enough for family gatherings. Things will change now, and I don't like that.
Edit: 2/5/09 was the date of the funeral. I liked the music, didn't care for the pastor, or the very Catholic service, liked the cemetery, sang an impromptu version of Amazing Grace with my cousins, and had a dream the next night about Grandma sitting in a garden, blowing bubbles and laughing.