Hey guys... I'm back. Actually I was back on thursday but I've been sick again and kind of over whelmed with the amount of stuff to do (work and personal) before Christmas.
We got to my Granny's town on Wednesday night, I drove like a bat outta ****. We got to see her and she was actually doing better! Her mind was still very much intact but she was quite drugged. It was hard for her to speak but when she did she said loud and clear "How are YOU all!?!?!?" because we'd all been asking how she was and she wanted to know how we were LoL. Typical Granny. She continued to improve, but either myself or my sister stayed with her through out the night. Saturday she was good but agitated, she kept wanting to get up out of bed but as soon as you got her up she'd realize the pain wasn't any better sitting up and want to go back to bed. Everyone thought she'd pull through for a while yet, so we decided not to stay with her Saturday night and go home Sunday (it's a LONG drive and you don't sleep much there with her). We had just gone to bed when the phone rang and it was the nursing home to tell us Granny had passed away in her sleep. One of the girls checked on her around 11 and she was fine, the girl went and did some task, came back and peeked in again and she was gone.... I will miss her horribly But she was 99 (would have been 100 in Feb!) and she was in pain... she told everyone she was ready to go. One of the nurses asked her when she wanted to go to heaven and see the angels, loud and clear she said "Oh, any time now!". She smiled when she saw our faces and we got to tell her we loved her and that we would be there with her. That really meant a lot of all of us... especially me since I didn't get to say good bye to my other grandparents. I know I have more tears to cry (I'm starting now again just telling you all of this) but it really is ok. She was an amazing woman and had an amazing life. She used to tell me about going out to check cows on horse back and about how even though she was very young, she knew something was wrong during WWI and that all of the men (including her father) were going away. She only went into the nursing home at 97 years old... until then she lived in her own house. She hurried up and painted the living room and wall papered the kitchen and bathroom of her house at 79 because "No one should have to work after they're 80". After that though she decided to paint the kitchen cupboards, inside and out. She used to walk the long way to the post office in town, she could have gone down the road and across the train tracks... but no, my Granny had to go the oppisite way, around the farmers field, down the highway, then across the tracks and into town. The joke was that some neighbors saw her in a town 4 hours (driving) from hers once and asked her if she had walked there LoL. I sure am going to miss her.
Sorry for rambling on.