A fading star...
I learned on Tuesday of this week that my 92 year old paternal Grandmother was in the hospital. She wasn't feeling well, and went in to be checked up on.
I'll spare the details, but it's advanced ovarian cancer, fully metastasized with total abdominal involvement.
Her prognosis is terminal, and she is projected to pass on in approximately three to six months time.
I know she has had a long run of it, and I know she has lived a life she has enjoyed.
Some of my earliest memories are of her, and I remember her from 35 years ago when she visited us in Bellingham, Massachusetts. I remember her telling me of her childhood, and when she lived in India and it was still a British colony. I recall her telling me of when she used to climb trees with a pair of binoculars in World War 2 to report Japanese plane formations to the Allied Regional Command.
While I know she has made peace with this, and that she is ready to go..
I find myself wanting to walk that path first. I want to clear the way for her, and to make sure she gets where she needs to go. I do not want her to be alone. I want to clear the path of obstructions, so that she can walk it with ease and comfort.
I know this does not make sense, what I just wrote. But now is not a time to make sense. Now is a time to feel, and what I wrote is what I feel.
At least we know it is coming, and coming soon. I've called her, and she still sounds like her old self, the self I remember from 35 years ago. I pray that her time will be in comfort, and that her passing will be in peace.
My family and I, we will supply the love. I love you, Gramma.
I'll spare the details, but it's advanced ovarian cancer, fully metastasized with total abdominal involvement.
Her prognosis is terminal, and she is projected to pass on in approximately three to six months time.
I know she has had a long run of it, and I know she has lived a life she has enjoyed.
Some of my earliest memories are of her, and I remember her from 35 years ago when she visited us in Bellingham, Massachusetts. I remember her telling me of her childhood, and when she lived in India and it was still a British colony. I recall her telling me of when she used to climb trees with a pair of binoculars in World War 2 to report Japanese plane formations to the Allied Regional Command.
While I know she has made peace with this, and that she is ready to go..
I find myself wanting to walk that path first. I want to clear the way for her, and to make sure she gets where she needs to go. I do not want her to be alone. I want to clear the path of obstructions, so that she can walk it with ease and comfort.
I know this does not make sense, what I just wrote. But now is not a time to make sense. Now is a time to feel, and what I wrote is what I feel.
At least we know it is coming, and coming soon. I've called her, and she still sounds like her old self, the self I remember from 35 years ago. I pray that her time will be in comfort, and that her passing will be in peace.
My family and I, we will supply the love. I love you, Gramma.