Gramma continued
I visited Gramma this weekend in hospice, where she'd been moved on Friday. Fortunately, with the move most of the family drama seems to have subsided (or maybe the problematic member was just away that day). I'm glad I went - I got to see Gramma again and have a chance to say any last words, though I struggled to come up with any besides "I love you" and "I'll miss you". Reminisced a little about good times with her - gardening, baking, boating, family gatherings, making jam.
Dad's birthday is on Tuesday, so we had a little celebration with cake. We were going to have a little party with Gramma, but she wasn't really up to it. I did have a number of good conversations with my parents and brother while I was out visiting though, which I really enjoyed. I'm glad I get along so well with my family; even if we sometimes have ups and downs we're still all there for each other.
It's kind of surreal how sudden this all is, how dramatically different the timelines seem to be every time I visit. Three weeks ago I felt like Gramma would live forever, two weeks ago it felt like 2-4 weeks, a week ago it felt like November was likely, and now I'm expecting a phone call any day. I just really hope it doesn't happen on Dad's birthday.
I keep telling myself I had a good weekend - nice chats with family, board games and pumpkin carving with friends, enjoying watching Star Trek: Deep Space 9 with Dale, but it doesn't really feel that way. At least I have these two adorable mini-pumpkins from the Pumpkin Party on Friday to cheer me up.
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Dad's birthday is on Tuesday, so we had a little celebration with cake. We were going to have a little party with Gramma, but she wasn't really up to it. I did have a number of good conversations with my parents and brother while I was out visiting though, which I really enjoyed. I'm glad I get along so well with my family; even if we sometimes have ups and downs we're still all there for each other.
It's kind of surreal how sudden this all is, how dramatically different the timelines seem to be every time I visit. Three weeks ago I felt like Gramma would live forever, two weeks ago it felt like 2-4 weeks, a week ago it felt like November was likely, and now I'm expecting a phone call any day. I just really hope it doesn't happen on Dad's birthday.
I keep telling myself I had a good weekend - nice chats with family, board games and pumpkin carving with friends, enjoying watching Star Trek: Deep Space 9 with Dale, but it doesn't really feel that way. At least I have these two adorable mini-pumpkins from the Pumpkin Party on Friday to cheer me up.
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