One Last Good-bye
as i mentioned in my last post I've been really busy, and these last two months have been the hardest.
I've written a couple posts on here about my grandma on here, I'm sure some of you even remember her tricking me into going to church (bleck.)
i honestly don't know how to start this, so I'll just vent and see where it goes...
my grandma was always a bit of a hypochondriac, as most old people are, and it wasn't the first time she had been in the hospital. but this time was different, there wasn't any "woe is me" nonsense, this was it.
it's amazing how quickly something so huge can happen. i remember my grandma calling me to pick up her new prescription on a Thursday, she was in the hospital on Monday, and the hospice nurse was scheduled to come out the following Wednesday.
she lived long enough for the family to gather around her and say their goodbyes. i stayed until midnight with her, she passed shortly after i left that night.
My grandma passed away on October Fifth, and since then I've been putting my Unemployed time to good use setting her affairs in order. as with many of the "children of the depression" she was a pack rat and every week has been us working in shifts attempting to sort through her "treasures."
we loaded nine dumpsters and three U-Haul trucks full of old plants, pots, broken furniture. we've dug up plants that had rooted their way through the black plastic containers they were in. all to make enough room in her house to hold the funeral there.
a week after the funeral those closest to her, (my mom, dad, brother, and I) took off the the Mojave Dry Lake bed to spread her ashes. Of course, in a truly perfect fashion, when my mom spread my grandmother's ashes she totally Big Lebowski'ed it...
that's right, we intended to leave grandma in the desert, but she followed us home, in our shoes and shirts... (moral of the story, check the wind before you open the can.)
Good-bye grandma, we love and miss you... even through you were crazy. hehehe
this picture was taken at her last birthday, she always said it was her favorite birthday ever. (that's me in the bowling in the back ground.)
Exile
I've written a couple posts on here about my grandma on here, I'm sure some of you even remember her tricking me into going to church (bleck.)
i honestly don't know how to start this, so I'll just vent and see where it goes...
my grandma was always a bit of a hypochondriac, as most old people are, and it wasn't the first time she had been in the hospital. but this time was different, there wasn't any "woe is me" nonsense, this was it.
it's amazing how quickly something so huge can happen. i remember my grandma calling me to pick up her new prescription on a Thursday, she was in the hospital on Monday, and the hospice nurse was scheduled to come out the following Wednesday.
she lived long enough for the family to gather around her and say their goodbyes. i stayed until midnight with her, she passed shortly after i left that night.
My grandma passed away on October Fifth, and since then I've been putting my Unemployed time to good use setting her affairs in order. as with many of the "children of the depression" she was a pack rat and every week has been us working in shifts attempting to sort through her "treasures."
we loaded nine dumpsters and three U-Haul trucks full of old plants, pots, broken furniture. we've dug up plants that had rooted their way through the black plastic containers they were in. all to make enough room in her house to hold the funeral there.
a week after the funeral those closest to her, (my mom, dad, brother, and I) took off the the Mojave Dry Lake bed to spread her ashes. Of course, in a truly perfect fashion, when my mom spread my grandmother's ashes she totally Big Lebowski'ed it...
that's right, we intended to leave grandma in the desert, but she followed us home, in our shoes and shirts... (moral of the story, check the wind before you open the can.)
Good-bye grandma, we love and miss you... even through you were crazy. hehehe
this picture was taken at her last birthday, she always said it was her favorite birthday ever. (that's me in the bowling in the back ground.)
Exile
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posted by exile at
11/17/2009 10:22:00 PM
2 Comments:
Exile, I am so sorry. My dad passed away in 2007 from cancer. he was diagnosed in the spring and died in October. Although since mom was still living in the house, there wasn't any need for a lot of cleaing out of stuff.
And if you grandma was like you portray her, I'm sure she caused that wind to blow up just that way at just that time...and then laughed hysterically at the result. It sounds like something she might have done. :)
Take your time in your grief and recovery. However much time you need is exactly appropriate, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
And if you've still got my number, and ever need to talk, you KNOW you can call.
HUGS...
By
Polt, at Wednesday, November 18, 2009 5:56:00 AM
May her memory be a blessing to you.
By
Randi, at Thursday, January 14, 2010 4:10:00 PM
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