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Saturday night. About 11:30pm.
It's been almost exactly one week since my grandmother first went into the hospital.
One week. That's it. It's amazing what can happen in just one week.
I think religion makes these kinds of situations easier.
It's so much simpler to say God did this for a reason or this is all just part of God's plan than just constantly wondering why. Sometimes I wish I could believe in something. Some religion. Anything. Seems as though it would just be more comforting to me.
She went peacefully, though. That's the important part. Her breathing just got slower and slower until it stopped. No struggle. I think things were the way that she would have wanted them. The night before she died, most of the family was in her room just sitting around her bed, talking, reflecting, laughing. Just as we always did at family parties. And grandma loved that. She loved sitting around listening to us talk.
At the hospital my grandmother was at, Mountain View, they have this three second little lullaby-chime thing that plays every time a baby is born. My cousin said that as soon as my grandmother had passed, that lullaby played. Interesting.
It's still hard to believe that she is gone. It's hard knowing that, when I come home she won't be there, sitting in her chair. I'll never get to play cards with her. Never get to take her shopping again. Heh. I'll never get to help her take her necklaces off when she can't find the little hook thing. This house is going to be so empty without her.
I'll miss her. I really will.
It's been almost exactly one week since my grandmother first went into the hospital.
One week. That's it. It's amazing what can happen in just one week.
I think religion makes these kinds of situations easier.
It's so much simpler to say God did this for a reason or this is all just part of God's plan than just constantly wondering why. Sometimes I wish I could believe in something. Some religion. Anything. Seems as though it would just be more comforting to me.
She went peacefully, though. That's the important part. Her breathing just got slower and slower until it stopped. No struggle. I think things were the way that she would have wanted them. The night before she died, most of the family was in her room just sitting around her bed, talking, reflecting, laughing. Just as we always did at family parties. And grandma loved that. She loved sitting around listening to us talk.
At the hospital my grandmother was at, Mountain View, they have this three second little lullaby-chime thing that plays every time a baby is born. My cousin said that as soon as my grandmother had passed, that lullaby played. Interesting.
It's still hard to believe that she is gone. It's hard knowing that, when I come home she won't be there, sitting in her chair. I'll never get to play cards with her. Never get to take her shopping again. Heh. I'll never get to help her take her necklaces off when she can't find the little hook thing. This house is going to be so empty without her.
I'll miss her. I really will.