Late last night, my dad received a call from my uncle telling him that Grandma was going into the emergency room. I watched as my dad silently paced back and forth by himself in the kitchen downstairs. I knew just by watching him that something was wrong. Not long afterwards, Cousin Tony texted me to let me know that Grandma had passed away. All of this does not seem real to me yet since it happened so suddenly, but I know she’s in a better place now. It had always saddened me to see her in such a frail state.
This blog will be one of my more personal ones. Not so much because of what I have to say, but more because of the photos I have to show. I did not know if I should share these before, but I would like to now.
I cannot remember when Grandma got to this state. I cannot remember the last time I heard her spoke. It must have been years since I last heard her voice. My more recent memories of Grandma consists of watching family members take care of her, trying to feed her, and still trying to joke around with her. It was sad to watch sometimes.
She had turned 92 earlier this year….
RIP Grandma. 😥