A new journey

I have been silent on this blog for awhile, but as Sara and I were discussing compiling memories of Grandma, I thought this would be another place to collect them so that others, near and far, could read each other's stories.

I have so many stories, that only one story doesn't seem appropriate, but I will get to that later.

For now, I thought I would share a few stories of what the last two weeks have been like for me. Each of us has had our different experience with Grandma as she has been on hospice care. I have had the privilege of staying with her several different nights, and many different days. There have been moments of complete joy and others of deep sadness. She has managed to, even in all her pain, make me laugh at her sillyness. Those are the moments I will cherish. Her most common phrase has been "Come on. Let's go." with both hands stretched out, looking for someone to get her out of that bed, she has things to do! :) In her frustration she has said some things, especially to Grandpa, that though they were tough, we also funny. Monday morning she told Grandpa she was going to call the police and start a riot if he didn't get her out of that bed.

But there have been times of peace when I could just sit there and hold her hand. I will never forget how soft her skin is or how beautiful her fingernails have remained. She has occassionally mumbled her prayers; most often it has been the Hail Mary. She has said thank you very much and even the occassional, "I love you." I have watched her kiss Grandpa at night, in the morning, and as he left for work. His love for her is the most tender thing I have ever experienced. Their love is a testimony to me, and I know I will live by their example.