This weekend, I got some bad news. Very bad news.
My Grandma is dying. It would be days, or weeks, we just don’t know. Her body is shutting down. It’s only a matter of time.
It’s not a complete shock. She’s had Alzeimer’s for years and after watching my other grandmother die of the same horrible disease, we knew it was coming.
But it still sucks. It sucks horribly. I have so many memories with her, fun times, laughs, cries, great advise and the odd bit of unsolicited advice. She wasn’t able to come to my wedding nearly 5 years ago because she was too unpredictable and even then, had very little memory of who I was. She always talked about how she dreamed of the day I’d get married and have children of my own. I wish that she could have met Fit Boy, she would have loved his energy and spirit.
As we prepare to say our final good-byes, we reminisce on the wonderful memories we have with her and rest in solace knowing that she will be free of her disease, free of her pain and at peace.
I love you Grams. More than I could ever tell you, more than you could ever know.