Coming To An End
No one’s very happy around here today. Just a few minutes ago my sister-in-law informed me that Hospice called my mother-in-law. They told her they didn’t expect Hubby’s grandma to live through the day. Mid-July they told us she could live anywhere from a week to months, they really didn’t know. She would have a chance of living for a few more years if she could have the heart surgery, but it wasn’t possible anymore.
Last night she had another heart attack. She’s been sedated for a few days now because of her pain, so she didn’t show any signs of the heart attack but it showed up on paper. By this morning she’d started to go downhill.
Hubby has prepared himself for this the best he can. Knowing exactly what’s going on has given him time to prepare himself, otherwise he would be a complete mess. We both have an understandably hard time dealing with death, but Hubby can’t even bring himself to visit the person once they get to that “death look”. I understand why it’s hard for him, and we let him know that it’s ok. His grandma told him not to come visit her anymore. Just like his other grandma told him, she wants him to remember her in her good days, not the bad.
Now I’m trying to prepare things around here. We don’t expect her to make it through the night tonight, so I’ve cleared my schedule for Thursday and Friday. Depending on when she passes the funeral will be one of those days. She’s being cremated, and she’s asked for us to hold a very small funeral with just the immediate family present.
Tags: death, end of life, family, grandparents
