Alone

I haven't blogged since Feb. Wow...
Well, my Gramma passed away May 31, 12:04 am. I felt her last heart beat. I didn't think I was capable of doing what I did when it came time for my Gramma to go. My Mom called on a Wed. and said they had put her on morphine. I screamed and said to take her off. I wasn't ready. I was on the last plane out that night. I never left her side. I couldn't. When I got there she was out of it, so I just went to bed. My Mom said her mornings are better. So I was hopeful. I wanted her so much to know that I had come, you see she said she was waiting for me. She woke up in the morning at 7:20. I said 'Hi Gram', she smiled, reached her arms out to me and I embraced her, not realizing that was the last time I would ever hug her.. At 10:00a.m. she took a nap, at 2:00pm she was in a coma.

I miss her terribly. I don't remember my last conversation with her. I find that I call her cell phone a lot to hear her voice, but it's not long enough.

My Grampa is doing ok... I told him he was strong, he cried. He had a stroke some years ago, she would finish his sentences for him, now he seems so lost. And before I would call, talk to her and she would tell him I said Hi, now it seems so strange.