Sixteen days after my grandmother passed away, I can finally put my thoughts down in writing somewhat concisely, without being overwhelmed with an avalanche of feels…
Over the last several months, my grandma Virginia was the victim of several distressing falls, until the only realistic option was to put her on palliative hospice care and mentally prepare our family for the inevitable day when we would have to say “goodbye for now” to her. The last time I spent with her was an especially emotional one, when I took her for several short rides in her wheelchair around the living room and then back to her bed. I don’t believe she actually registered that it was me pushing her about…
Shortly after 12:30 PM on Friday, August 10, the dreaded phone call came from my dad, saying she had passed away and joined my grandpa and uncle Rob. The remainder of the day was so wrought with emotions; I still can’t believe that I got through that with the barest minimum of crying. Once that twelve hour period ended, I was able to get through the funeral, post-funeral dinner, and memorial service with mostly dry eyes, the exception being when Timmy (my nephew) spoke up at the latter event and said “I love Gi-Gi. I love Gi-Gi. I miss her…”
Anyhow, life has now moved on to adjustment without my grandmother. Some days are easier, some days are tougher, but I’m slowly making headway. Special thanks to the many Twitter friends who gave me the much needed support; I appreciate you all so much!! Miss you, Grandma…
