I was up late tonight (actually this morning) watching Mr. Holland’s Opus. Around 5:40AM the nursing home called. I listened in to my dad’s half of the conversation, but I knew as soon as I saw the nursing home on the caller ID. She died around 5:35AM.
I didn’t even know there was anything seriously wrong until Friday evening when my parents came to pick me up. Fortunately, I went in to see her yesterday morning so I got to say goodbye. I didn’t think it would be our last goodbye, but I guess you rarely ever do. I think the last things I said to her was “bye Grandma. I’ll see you later.” I thought I would see her again like today or the next. I don’t know why I said I’ll see you later. I’ve never said that to her before.
I’m going to miss her, but I’m glad that she’s no longer suffering from Alzheimer’s. Maybe now she can remember all the things that happened the past 10 or so years. I hope she remembers all the fun (and not so fun) times we all had when I was younger. I hope she understands why I didn’t visit her very often and forgives me for my selfishness and impatience towards her.
Awesome, I have to go now. I’ve had about 4 hours sleep in the past two days…