my grandmother is dying
these next few days will probably be her last on this earth. my mom asked me if i was going to the funeral. and if i had something to wear. i hate funerals. i haven't been to one since maybe 4 or 5 years ago when tad's mom died. and i wasn't even close to her or part of her family. i got to see her saturday. took a lot of pictures of her in the hospital. and that was probably the last time i'll see her alive and talking. she kept confusing me for other people, forgetting my name, asking me if i kept the baby, where my hubby was. but i didn't care. she had her nails painted and manicured. everything else was decaying and dying but her nails were done so pretty. i told her she looked pretty, and she told me i looked pretty too. i got choked up when the nurse came in because she started talking about how every day above the ground was a good day, even with all those tubes in her.
i saw so much love in that room. she was scared the doctors or nurses had it out for her and my dad said if anyone touched a single hair on that head of hers that he would take care of it. that one got me too.
i'm not doing this for sympathy. i am and always have been a firm believer that death is a part of the cycle of life. it happens. its very sad when it happens but you have to move on and be happy for what you still have.
this is going to be tough. i'll probably cry. a lot.
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i saw so much love in that room. she was scared the doctors or nurses had it out for her and my dad said if anyone touched a single hair on that head of hers that he would take care of it. that one got me too.
i'm not doing this for sympathy. i am and always have been a firm believer that death is a part of the cycle of life. it happens. its very sad when it happens but you have to move on and be happy for what you still have.
this is going to be tough. i'll probably cry. a lot.
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