My grandma died at about 2:00 this morning. It's sad, but it's also a relief. We knew it was coming, and she was definitely ready to go. She hadn't been herself since she had the stroke shortly after Thanksgiving... She was in a nursing home, where she was miserable, where she never wanted to be. She was in a lot of pain, and she didn't understand why her stubborn old body wouldn't listen to her weary and broken spirit and just give in. I'll miss her (obviously I'll miss her--that crazy old broad with her dollar bills stapled to birthday cards and her unwanted lima beans permanently labeled with negative commentary and stashed in the freezer), but clearly, it was her time. I'm glad she's at peace.
If you want to know more about this tough old lady, you can check out any of these posts. I guess I don't have a whole lot else to add right now.
- In the cards (wherein we learn that mailmen can't be trusted)
- I can take a hint (wherein Grandma experiments with the best ways to get more frequent letters from grandkids)
- We can't work it out (which is primarily a post about my gym, but is also about how my grandma outfitted me with other people's hand-me-downs for the better part of my youth)
- G is for Grandma (wherein I use the Encyclopedia of Me and a Friday Five to tell you all the things my grandma taught me)
- Come and see me; I'm the same girl I used to be (which was really a post for my sister, but as I wrote it the day of my grandma's stroke, there's a lot of her in there, too)
- Life lint (the infamous "Lima beans. Dammit." post with which I'm pretty sure I've got Poppy Award #22 all wrapped up)