All good things must pass
October 10th, 2008It wasn’t a surprise, but listening to a voicemail from my mother telling me that her mother, my grandmother, had finally succumbed to her months-long battle with cancer wasn’t any easier to take. Nearly five years after my grandfather passed away in December of 2003, she had found herself ready to move on and join him in the afterlife. The thoughts and feelings I’ve had in the last few days were partially sadness and partially relief, not because of any burden she put upon the family, but because she could now be free of her suffering.
It’s not easy to see someone waste away, and although it allowed those close to her to make their peace or say their goodbyes, it’s still not the preferred way to depart, I think. Now that that stage as come to a close, the family will gather today and be in her presence for the last time as we attend funeral services in her honor.
I love you, grandma.
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October 12th, 2008 at 10:43 pm
So sorry man. I was mostly raised by my grandparents, and I lost my grandma in 2004 in one of the worst years of my life and my grandpa’s not doing too well. My thoughts are with you and your family.