Not blogging – away from connectivity. Where? Denver, Colorado. Why? My grandmother died last Tuesday evening about 45 minutes after I helped her care taker sit her up in bed. She was 94.
It all happened so fast – about 4 weeks ago she fell asleep on the couch, woke up disoriented, and rolled off onto the floor fracturing a couple vertebrae. A procedure that injected glue into the bones to shore them up had to be followed up by physical therapy. So she moved into a residential assisted living place where therapists can work with her daily.
But they were awful, allowing her to become severely dehydrated and overdoing the pain meds. So we took her home. She was barely lucid, trying to shake off the pain meds. I spent some time with her, doing all the talking, holding her hand. When I went to leave, she squeezed my hand and so I stayed longer. A little later I stopped in to help her caretaker sit her up. She didn’t like it – it was painful. I laid her back down and left with my mom to go get a pizza for dinner. By the time we got back, she was gone. I learned this by noticing a missed call and message on my cell phone. It was my aunt.
The first memorial service was held in Denver on Saturday. Probably about 100 people showed up. That’s quite a lot considering she only lived in Denver for about 15 years. The second one will be on the 12th in the Michigan town where she and my grandfather built and ran a hospital until my grandfather’s death in 1964.
You might think “well, she was 94, she had a full life, nothing really to mourn”. Intellectually we all know that. But, curiously, it doesn’t make it any less painful. Anyhow, I’ve been taking a little break for computers and cyberspace. I’ll be back soon.