Last Sunday at 12:15 Granny left this earth to go to her heavenly home. It is hard to know and accept that she is not present with us. I do not understand why but I will one day.
I had the pleasure and privilege of assisting in her care after she broke her back on Feb 16. Granny was so easy to care for, never complained about the way I did things and really never asked for anything but water or her Pepsi, or a snack.
Wed, March 30, Granny was having a very hard time breathing that morning when I arrived for my shift. Baby Daughter stopped by on her way to work asking if she would go to the hospital. Granny said ‘no’. Later that day Granny had 2 doctor appointments, after she was dressed to go, she told 2 of her daughters ‘I can’t make it to the car’. Rescue personal was called, he came in his private vehicle and persuaded Granny to go to the hospital. He called his team and they came and took Granny to the hospital.
Long story short—that was the last time Granny was home. Granny was not afraid to die. She knew that she would not come back home and told all of us in ways that we had to understand that she would not. Knowing that she knew and telling us so that we would know, certainly does not make Granny not being a few minutes away or a phone call away any easier.
Her last 11 days on earth, with a Bipap mask on, she was still a witness to others. One of the caregivers at the hospital went to visitation telling us what a sweet person “Ms. Alice” was how she enjoyed caring for her and that she always smiled when she went in the room. Terri’s daughter also went because she wanted to see the family of the lady her mom had talked about so much at home.
“Granny, I am missing you.”
