My grandmother passed away last night. She would have been 82 on the 25th of this month. She leaves behind a husband, five children, ten grandchildren, two great-grandchildren, and many other people who loved her dearly.
Wasn’t she pretty? I think she has a classic beauty about her, and I see a lot of her in my cousins and myself. How lucky are we to have genes like that?
I find myself filled with conflicting emotions. Grandmother had Alzheimer’s, and it had gotten progressively worse over the last year or so. She didn’t know her children or grandchildren when they were in the room with her. My father visited her yesterday afternoon, and she kept saying that she wished someone would tell her who the people are in all the pictures in her room at the assisted living facility. Visits with Grandmother were hard on everyone. It’s so heartbreaking to watch your loved one slip away, a prisoner of her own mind. Yesterday afternoon my dad had no idea of what was to happen last night, so I am glad that he was able to visit with her yesterday. They think it was a blood clot that caused a heart attack. So it was at least relatively swift. That is a mercy.
She is no longer suffering from Alzheimer’s disease or the health problems that plagued her. She is walking with our Lord, and her body and mind are both whole and strong. So while I am extremely sad that she is gone from this earth, I am relieved that she is no longer sick. She knows who she is, she knows who her family is, and we know that we will see her again one day.
Please keep my father and the rest of our family in your thoughts through this weekend. I have not dealt with a death this close to us in a decade, and this is only my second grandparent to pass on. I hope our family is able to celebrate her life in a way she would have enjoyed and take comfort in the fact that we have not said our final goodbyes, but only “see you soon”.