This past Monday was one of the top 3 worst days of my life. James woke me up a little after 7am to tell me my mom had called. My granny was being taken to the ER because she was not breathing and was non responsive.
Getting ready, all I could think about was how alright she would be by the time we got there. She was a bit of a hypochondriac, and went to the ER often even when they couldn’t find anything wrong with her. I wanted to believe that she’d be sent home later that day, with a clean bill of health.
Or, at least, if something was wrong, we’d be able to see her and she may spend a day or two in the hospital before getting released.
James and I got Sawyer ready in record time and rushed over to the hospital only to find that we were too late – she was already gone. Well, actually, she was already gone before she got to the hospital. They were never able to revive her.
The nurses (she has lived in a nursing home for almost 2 years) checked on her at 5:15am that morning and she was still snoozing away – and breathing. One of them checked on her again a little after six, and found her not breathing. My granny (hopefully) died peacefully in her sleep….the best way to go, in my opinion.
Monday was so surreal for me. We stayed at the hospital until almost noon. The funeral directors came in at 11am to take her to the morgue, and we stayed behind a while longer to talk to family.
When we left, we had to go clean out her room at the nursing home. That was incredibly hard. We can’t find any of her jewelry (she had a few rings and at least one necklace that she wore every day), but no one really seems concerned about that. It really bothered me though, as those were constants for her.
Today was just as hard, if not harder, than Monday. Today was Granny’s funeral. I was forced to say goodbye to one of my favorite people in the whole world…and I was her favorite too. I was her oldest granddaughter, and my mom and I lived with her and my papa when I was born. I was always her favorite.
And now she’s gone. It so hard to grasp because she wasn’t sick. Her old age was really the only thing she had against her…It doesn’t seem fair, and it shouldn’t have been her time to go…
This week has been a very emotional and trying one. James and I are now so relieved that we didn’t go to Savannah (not that we could, after my gallbladder decided to act up). I think we were meant to postpone that trip, however, or else we would’ve had to rush home Monday when Granny left this world.
Sawyer had just begun to know Great Gran, and I hate that he didn’t get more time with her. I think he was replacing me as her favorite too! I am going to be sure he knows all about her though….there are plenty of memories and pictures to give him a good idea of the great woman she was.