As I scrolled down through my posts, I stumbled upon one I wrote about my grandmother dated 2007. How cruel life can be I thought. I read through it realizing how she had slipped away then, glimmering back and forth from reality to dementia and it took until Saturday, June 23rd, 2012 for her to join my grandfather in heaven. Life sparred no mercy, no quiet grace for her. It was a cruel death, a life sucking, painful , heart wrenching journey for my mother, myself, and my grandmother. Watching the life being dragged out of her is something I will never forget. I held her hand each and every day since she became ill. Helping her eat, changing her clothes, washing her face, brushing her hair. I loved my grandmother more than life itself. She was my mother as much as my mother was. She made sure I knew I mattered, that no matter what I did I wasn't a mistake, that I was loved. In her final days, somehow, she found in her to hug me, as if to remind me I wasn't alone. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced and I will never forget. The experience of sharing the fact that she was there when I came into the world and I was there when she left is something that I will cherish forever. Life can be so cruel, so hard and then there are those in it that make it so amazingly glorious you forget.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
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