Phone rings, it’s my mom: my grandmother died this morning.
We’ve all been expecting it, ‘Graham’ (which is what I’ve always called her since I was little) was 99 years old and had been in a Sarasota nursing home for almost a year. The past couple of months had been kinda rough, as she was really out-of-it and not recognizing visitors. A couple of weeks ago she stopped eating and we all sorta knew that it was going to happen sooner rather than later.
Kinda mixed up right now. I’m sad but not devastated – really an odd sort of relief coupled with exhaustion. Mom feels the same way. Going up to the Ithaca house next week is going to be rather bittersweet. Glad I’m on the NYC flight tomorrow morning. Very glad to be hanging out with folks in a little under 36 hours.
Going to grab some pho across the street. A full stomach right now is urgent and key.
Didn’t know what else to do right now other than post here.
I’m sorry to hear that, Chris. My condolences. 99 years is certainly a pretty long life. And, if I may be so bold, Pho does wonders.
My condolences as well – my grandmother (89) died a few weeks ago, and she had been not quite here, there or anywhere (for want of a better description) for the past eight years.
I would not have not posted here had not your description “I’m sad but not devastated – really an odd sort of relief coupled with exhaustion.” so uncannily mirrored mine.