Jul 20, 2003 23:29
The situation is tougher here than I imagined.
I didn't think I would cry so much in the first evening... I only got here at Grandma's around 5:30pm. It's nice to be surrounded by relatives. I never would have thought that my uncle's shoulder would be so comforting in a cry. Or that my cousin/aunt Sarajane could be so profound and moving and keep the tears dangling in her eyes.
Five days. Grandma is so far gone, coming in and out of morphine sleeps in the hospital bed set up in her room. They said that it was difficult for her to come to terms with the fact that she will never walk again. It should have, but didn't sink in for me. I was really optimistic about seeing her.. she's barely lucid. She can hardly talk. We kept coaxing and cheering her to say goodnight, as we each peel off to leave her for the evening. A handsqueeze back is a great and appreciative achievement. Carolyn cheerfully reminded her that it was about time she got some eye-drops. Silent acquiesence.
Five days. Lots of cleaning, riffling through old photos. Bonding time with St. John and Jordan. More shoulders to cry on. I'm glad I'm here.