Yesterday I decided to make a trip to my hometown. I had ordered some puzzles to give to my paternal grandmother, and I hadn't been to town in a month. We visited for a little less than an hour, and it was a lovely visit. I really enjoyed the conversation, and she always completely amazes me at how well she is doing at age 89. She is absolutely fabulous. She was so excited about the puzzles I had purchased for her, and I suspect if she isn't already working on a puzzle, she has started one of them. She enjoyed my visit, and I'm so glad I made the trip.
Then I drove over to visit my maternal grandmother. I had seen her a month ago as well. Mom had mentioned to me how much she was declining, and I felt I should get up there. She is currently in the rehab nursing home that is on the same campus as my paternal grandmother's retirement community. Although Mom had been telling me how much G.G. (as we call her) was failing and I was the one that convinced Mom to call in Hospice care, I was completely unprepared for the woman I encountered. She is definitely fading away. She did remember who I was, although she was confused about my sister and cousins, and she also couldn't remember where I lived or anything about that. She didn't remember much about my kids, although I was amused by some of the things she did remember. My gut tells me G.G.'s days are probably measured in weeks, and certainly nothing more than months. I miss the woman that she was.
I am so incredibly blessed that I have had both of my grandmothers around to be a part of my life for forty-six years! I am so grateful for them. I am grateful that they both know my children, and more importantly, my children know them. I know, especially with G.G, that loss in on the horizon, but my heart is incredibly full.
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