Rita Lupe
I just got back from Florida. I went to visit my Nana, who is probably going to pass on any day now. She was very glad to see me, and I her. She's comfortable and well loved, and she feels it. Dad and Mom have been down there a few weeks, taking Nana to appointments with the radiologist, pulmonologist, lots of 'ologists and etc. The last day I was there, they started her on hospice, which I understand to be making the patient as comfortable as possible before their transition. They gave her the good drugs, so she's not in pain anymore. She's had a good innings, as the Brits say. She's ready. She says she's anxious to see my grandfather, who I never met, (he died when my father was in college.) I forgot to apologize for not coming through with the great-grand-kids. :-)
As I re-read that last paragraph, it appears a bit too bright and sunny. Probably because I'm not feeling the full weight of the grief yet. My Nana is dying and that sucks. But we all have our time, and she made the most of hers. She's been a source of strength and happiness to me all my life, and I consider myself lucky to have been born into her family.
As I re-read that last paragraph, it appears a bit too bright and sunny. Probably because I'm not feeling the full weight of the grief yet. My Nana is dying and that sucks. But we all have our time, and she made the most of hers. She's been a source of strength and happiness to me all my life, and I consider myself lucky to have been born into her family.