My grandmother on my dads side passed away June 22. She had heart surgery the week before and just struggled to recover. The last time I saw her as herself was on Saturday at Vienas baby shower. She seemed to be at peace with what was to come, like she knew. I knew too. I tried to spend as much time with her as I could, I told her everything I needed to. I thought her death would have been easier to bear that way, I was wrong. I saw her after her surgery all plugged up to those machines breathing for her. She was so swollen I couldnt even recognize her. I saw her a few times in that week at the hospital, but didnt want to remember her that way so I didnt stay too long. My dad called me each morning to update me on her status, and when the day finally came I thought I was prepared for it. I almost didnt go to the hospital. Zack and Viena wanted to go so we all got in the car and headed down. We were 20 min late, she was already gone by the time we got there. The entire family was in the room, tears on everyones faces. I couldnt even look at her, just hugged my aunt Anita, then my grampa and made my way thru the room. After about 3 min my grampa said I gotta get out of here and left, that made my heart sink. It almost wasnt real.
The funeral was that Friday. There was a viewing Thrs night (which was also Daylons bday party) I actually made it on time to family prayer this time. I didnt with my grampas. I almost made it thru the funeral without bawling like a baby until my cousin sang a song called Grandmother, it goes like this
You give me a kiss. You give me a hug. You smile when you see me too. I wish every child in the whole wide world could have a grandmother like you.
You read me a book. You sing me a song. You whisper you love me too. I wish every child in the whold wide world could have a grandmother like you.
Ill try to be good. Ill do as I should. Ill whisper I love you too. I wish every child in the whole wide world could have a grandmother just like you.
I will miss her everyday, but I know she is where she wants to be. I know she is happy, and that is all I need to know.
Putting the flower on her grave.
My aunt Anita
First place baby is related to us
Her cascett
My brothers
My brothers and cousins carrying her.
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