On Saturday evening I had a phone call from my mum. She was ringing to tell me my grandma had just died. Mum had arrived to visit Grandma at the nursing home at about 5:30pm and had been unable to wake her. By 7:30pm Grandma was gone.
The night before Mum and Dad had spent some time with Grandma, she’d been very sleepy and had trouble talking but was able to appreciate the visit. On Saturday morning the nurses say she managed to drink a little for breakfast and again for lunch, then she drifted into unconsciousness and didn’t wake again.
We weren’t expecting her to go quite this quickly, the staff had been talking in terms of a few days. I’m glad for her though, she’d had enough and she was in pain and suffering. This peaceful end was what she wanted.
I went to join Mum at the nursing home, my brother came too, and we said our goodbyes. Then Martin and I came back to Mum’s place with her and sat and talked for a while.
We won’t be having a 100th birthday party next Saturday, instead, a little earlier in the week, we will celebrate the life of a very special woman, daughter, sister, wife, mother, great grandmother, friend, traveller, good cook, scrabble player extraordinaire and voracious reader, my much loved Grandma.