Heaven gain another angel, my sweet gram. On the eve of Thanksgiving at 10pm, my gram passed away. As many of you know, she had stage 4 lung and hip cancer (which had originated from her Kidney Cancer 15 years ago) and had been living the past 5 months in a nursing home down the street from our house with my grandfather. It’s so hard to believe she is gone but for me, I am very thankful she has left this earth and is now pain free with her family and friends living in heaven. It’s been a bit of a whirlwind this past week. We spent Thanksgiving morning at the Funeral Home making arrangements for next week and then some how, I pulled together a Thanksgiving Dinner that my parents, my family and my grandfather had at our house later in the day.
This is my personal Facebook post from last night that I shared with family and friends.
Getting that phone call at 10pm, Wednesday night I knew. I knew before I even answered the phone. The Nursing Home had both my cell and my dad’s cell phone as emergency numbers and I often wondered, who would get the call. Me or my dad. I remember going in to wake up my dad and mom to tell them the nursing home had just called. My dad say straight up in bed and said, “she died!?” He was sound asleep and while we knew her time was coming to end, we didn’t think it would be this soon. The Hospice Nurse had indicated possible days to weeks earlier in the day but you just never know. We are SO thankful it didn’t drag out. She was in and out of consciousness the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and everyone in the family got see her and she knew we were all there. Unfortunately, her sisters from Vermont didn’t make it, they were due to arrive Thanksgiving Day. I was the last one to leave the nursing home at 8:30pm Wednesday night and I kissed her and told her to have a beautiful sleep and she kissed my cheek. Little did I know, that would be the last time I saw her alive. 1.5 hours later, she was gone. I am sad she was alone during that time but apparently, that’s how it was suppose to happen. My dad and I headed back to the nursing home at 10:45 pm, woke my grandfather up from a sound sleep (yes that was interesting….he has severe dementia so he is REALLY out of it in the night time). My dad gently tapped him and told him “Maw had passed.” My dad always called my gram, “Maw.” His big hazel eyes bugged out of his head and he said, “No.” We got him up, wheeled him down to her room and he sat with her for a while in disbelief. I wasn’t sure he would even remember it in the morning. It felt like a bad dream to me and I have most of my marbles -ha. He did remember a little the next morning but just pieces. Next week we will say good bye to the sweetest gram ever.
It feels kind of weird sharing stuff on my blog about Black Friday considering what happened to my gram but she would tell me to “knock it off Jessie, do your job and continue to work.” That is exactly what she would say. I can hear her voice telling me that as if she was sitting next to me right now ;).