Today 12 years ago is the day I lost my grandmother. She was an amazing woman as I'm sure I have said so many times before. I can’t believe it’s been 12 years… it doesn’t seem that long ago. I still think I can pick up the phone and ring her. I still think tomorrow I just might see her…
She crocheted and this was what she was working on when she died. This was her last stitch…
She was a strong woman and did things her way. She was the type of woman that when she did something she did it! No if’s ands or buts! So when after she had a major stroke and didn’t go I couldn’t figure it out… it just wasn’t like her. If she was going to do something… even die I knew she would do it! Unless she had a reason not to. For five days after her stroke I thought and thought… why? What’s holding her back? Then I got it… I knew what it was.
She had everything sorted out for me to take care when she died and she had trained me in exactly what to do… she had all the papers in an envelope and everything wrote down to a tee.
This day 12 years ago… I had to sign papers to have her moved to the hospice unit. After that I went into her hospital room to say what I knew what she was waiting for.
I took her hand… and told her I would be ok and I would take care of everything that had to be done. I told her I would make sure my dad would be ok and that we would be alright. I told her I loved her and I would miss her… and I told her I wanted her to go… that she should go. And she could go now.
I was strong in my words and sure it was the right thing and what she needed. She would not have wanted to linger the way she had… and I knew this was what she needed to hear and I also knew she could hear everything I was saying.
I didn’t want her to die but I knew she wouldn’t want to lie in that bed and I knew she would never recover.
I kissed her and told her again that I loved her and I said goodbye and I would miss her…
The call came about ten minutes after I left… I knew what it was. The nurse said they were moving her to the hospice unit when she had died.
I don’t know how long she would have stayed if I hadn’t said to her what I said but I know that it wouldn’t have been that day or probably even that week. I think she would have waited as long as would have taken me to say to her what she needed to hear.
I miss her but I also know she is never far away from me…
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