Grandma Passes On...
Jindriska "Linda" Klausner
February 8th, 1922 - July 8th, 2006
A Loving Wife, Mother, and Grandmother
We miss her dearly.
My grandma was born in Czechoslovakia (before it was the Czech Republic and Slovakia). She met my grandfather during World War II and they were married. They would eventually move to the United States just before the birth of my father. She was a seamstress who worked for Hudson's as well as several other smaller businesses and raised my father the best that she could while Grandpa was on the road. She road the bus with him to school everyday before proceeding to work. They lived in Mansfield for several years until after my father was married and had children (my brother and myself). They would eventually move to Southfield, where they would live for several years and then they would make to move to Ann Arbor.
As far as I remember, she was never in good health. Most of my family agrees that she has been dying for some time, and that the constant visits to the hospital were a sign that the time was coming. From the sounds of it, she died peacefully and without suffering, something she had not had for some time. She had pneumonia and was suffering from dementia. She was skeletal in physical appearance and though she was eating, you really couldn't tell. Deep in my heart, I'm glad her struggle is over. I miss her so dearly and it was hard to see her in her final days. I had volunteered to take care of them every day as a favor to my parents and to make it easier on them.
On July 8th at 10:30 (or so) in the morning, she collapsed. My grandfather says that she was feeling good that morning (as good as she could, considering all the circumstances). He claims he could feel a pulse, so he quickly called my father. My dad arrived at the scene, but she was already gone. They moved her to the couch and called the hospice which was servicing them at home to take care of all the arrangements. We believe it was heart failure that finally took her. That the body had given out, even though the mind was gone some time ago.
I received the call around 1pm, while I was sleeping. They called again moments later, seeing as I ignored the first phone call. My mother was on the other end and she was all choked up on tears. "Grandma died this morning." I almost dropped the phone. I was the last person (besides my grandfather) to see her alive, when I had briefly visited the night before. I was in such a rush to get home, I didn't stay as long as I wish I had, but I didn't know what I know now. She recognized my entrance and exit, but was very non-responsive besides that. It wasn't unusual. She had good days and bad days. No one could really see it being so sudden. Nonetheless, I went and saw her before they took her away. My family was rather broken up, but everyone was handling it very well, even my grandfather and father. She's off to be cremated, and there is no real funeral, but a small family gathering.
I'm not a very religious person, but she was, and I know she's in heaven, because she deserves it more than any other person I know.
February 8th, 1922 - July 8th, 2006
A Loving Wife, Mother, and Grandmother
We miss her dearly.
My grandma was born in Czechoslovakia (before it was the Czech Republic and Slovakia). She met my grandfather during World War II and they were married. They would eventually move to the United States just before the birth of my father. She was a seamstress who worked for Hudson's as well as several other smaller businesses and raised my father the best that she could while Grandpa was on the road. She road the bus with him to school everyday before proceeding to work. They lived in Mansfield for several years until after my father was married and had children (my brother and myself). They would eventually move to Southfield, where they would live for several years and then they would make to move to Ann Arbor.
As far as I remember, she was never in good health. Most of my family agrees that she has been dying for some time, and that the constant visits to the hospital were a sign that the time was coming. From the sounds of it, she died peacefully and without suffering, something she had not had for some time. She had pneumonia and was suffering from dementia. She was skeletal in physical appearance and though she was eating, you really couldn't tell. Deep in my heart, I'm glad her struggle is over. I miss her so dearly and it was hard to see her in her final days. I had volunteered to take care of them every day as a favor to my parents and to make it easier on them.
On July 8th at 10:30 (or so) in the morning, she collapsed. My grandfather says that she was feeling good that morning (as good as she could, considering all the circumstances). He claims he could feel a pulse, so he quickly called my father. My dad arrived at the scene, but she was already gone. They moved her to the couch and called the hospice which was servicing them at home to take care of all the arrangements. We believe it was heart failure that finally took her. That the body had given out, even though the mind was gone some time ago.
I received the call around 1pm, while I was sleeping. They called again moments later, seeing as I ignored the first phone call. My mother was on the other end and she was all choked up on tears. "Grandma died this morning." I almost dropped the phone. I was the last person (besides my grandfather) to see her alive, when I had briefly visited the night before. I was in such a rush to get home, I didn't stay as long as I wish I had, but I didn't know what I know now. She recognized my entrance and exit, but was very non-responsive besides that. It wasn't unusual. She had good days and bad days. No one could really see it being so sudden. Nonetheless, I went and saw her before they took her away. My family was rather broken up, but everyone was handling it very well, even my grandfather and father. She's off to be cremated, and there is no real funeral, but a small family gathering.
I'm not a very religious person, but she was, and I know she's in heaven, because she deserves it more than any other person I know.