I know I have been scarce the last few weeks. My Grandmother (my Mother’s Mother) was in hospice and then passed away last Monday. She was 94 years old and lived a good life for most of it but it was still hard seeing her go. The last week of her life was especially hard on my family. She was brought to hospice and the doctors and nurses thought she would only life a day or so. But just like in life, my grandmother was a fighter. She fought on for several days longer. We spend several days keeping vigil at her bedside. Watching her take a breath and then not taking another one for several seconds. Each time wondering if that was her last breath. It was so hard to watch her struggle to breath for several days but the only comfort to us was that she didn’t seem to be in any pain and she was not coherent by the end. It was hard to let her go but it was such a relief that she was no longer struggling when she finally passed. My mother and stepfather were in the room with her when she passed and my sister and I arrived back at the hospital shortly after to say our last goodbyes. (We had just left the hospital about an hour before.) My grandmother was very loved my her whole family, including her daughter, granddaughters, and great-granddaughters. It was such a blessing to have 4 generations of girls for 8 years and we will always cherish that time with her.
Rest in Peace, Mamie!