mickeyboat
<font color=660099>Nothing like the cream and choc
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My grandmother is dying. She was sent to a hospice room at her nursing home today, and is not expected to live more than a couple of weeks. I am in VT, she is in MN, and my family and I visited her this summer when she got to meet my kids for the first time. Since we knew it wouldn't be too much longer, I said what I needed to say, and came to terms with the end being near. I talked to her on the phone yesterday, and she has all her wits about her, but her body is old, (she is 95) and she is ready to go to heaven.
My father is beside himself. He is AZ, and plans to visit her next week to say his final good-byes. He cries every time I talk to him.
I feel sadness, but not an overwhelming sadness. The other night I really thought about all the memories I have of her over the years, and what a special person she is. It actually made me happy, not sad to think of her, and made me appreciate more what a great life she helped to give me.
Maybe it hasn't really hit me yet. Maybe I am in denial. Maybe I have really come to terms with it and can accept it with peace. Maybe I am just a callous and unfeeling person.
Has anyone else ever experienced feelings like this?
Denae
My father is beside himself. He is AZ, and plans to visit her next week to say his final good-byes. He cries every time I talk to him.
I feel sadness, but not an overwhelming sadness. The other night I really thought about all the memories I have of her over the years, and what a special person she is. It actually made me happy, not sad to think of her, and made me appreciate more what a great life she helped to give me.
Maybe it hasn't really hit me yet. Maybe I am in denial. Maybe I have really come to terms with it and can accept it with peace. Maybe I am just a callous and unfeeling person.
Has anyone else ever experienced feelings like this?
Denae



