Time marches on
My last post was about "only a matter of time", this post will cover the end of that time. I wanted to post last week, but my emotions were too wrought to even think of it.
My Gram (maternal) passed away peacefully on Oct 17, 2012 around 9:45 in the evening. The nurses were with her at that time trying to move her into a more comfortable position. Her heart rate and breathing were steadily going down throughout the day, so in the end it was peaceful. I am glad that it did not go on any longer than it did. She is not suffering any longer and is in a better place.
Last weekend we went up to MI on Friday and came back on Sunday. We helped Mom sort documents that she has to supply for the pending divorce on Friday. Mom was still sorting as I went to bed. It's good she has 26 days left.
On Saturday I accompanied Mom to the bank to finally get my name changed on her account and to discuss options about accounts in her and Grams name. While we were there Dad called to find out where we were, and showed up at the house to pack the rest of his stuff. We had to be at the cemetery by noon and we actually beat Gram there by 5 mins. A short prayer was said and I got emotional. If J didn't get emotional than I probably would have been fine. We followed the hearse to the burial site and watched Gram be buried. It was hard to witness and will forever be etched in my mind. Afterwards Mom, Jay and I went out for lunch.
After lunch we chilled a bit at the house before going through Gram's clothes. While we were chilling Dad showed up with a rented van to move furniture because J said he'd help him load it. I ended up helping as well and hurt myself (sat on a bed frame getting out of the van) during his second trip. Somehow Mom and I managed to get through Gram's clothes without breaking down. Much more for donation than trash, still hard to see and do. Dad came back for a second load when we were done for the night. Having him move out and sorting through Grams clothes hit me hard. I had a lot of trouble falling asleep that night. Bejeweled Blitz was my savior that night.
Sunday was a new day and I wanted to go through the top drawer of the dresser for mom and couldn't. Just looking at a few of the cards she saved had me feeling melancholy. Before I broke down I went to eat something for breakfast. We left around noon that Sunday, just after Dad's third load of the weekend. We left with heavy hearts, precious mementoes and tears in our eyes.
I still have a hard time believing that Dad decided that was the weekend to find an apartment and move out. It's rude and crass making me think there is definitely no love loss between my parents. He did go to the funeral, though said nothing to mom while there. The only emotion I got out of him is in the hug he gave me before he left on Sunday and I think that was more me than him. I'm still surprised I turned out the way I did.
Taking things day by day. Hoping my injury heals a little more before riding roller coasters this weekend. If it hurts too much I'll just be playing ski ball a lot and watching shows I guess. We shall see! I hope everyone else is doing a lot better than I.
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