Grandma

I got a call last night from my mom that my grandmother had pneumonia again and it wasn't looking good.

I got the call two seconds ago that my dad will be going up there shortly to shut off her oxygen. She's essentially in a sleep coma now and will most likely pass on once the oxygen is turned off.

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I was able to wish Grandma my farewells as we turned off the oxygen. Within 15 minutes she had passed on around 10am this morning. It wasn't pneumonia as the doctors originally thought. She was simply worn and tired. It was just her time.

She was able to see one of her sons and his family from Oregon last week, and Mom really believes that she bided her time for their visit.

The hardest part was telling Grandpa as he was in no condition to be transported to the hospital for the final moments. My father got out two sentences before my grandfather broke down crying. We were already planning for him to most likely not be with us come the beginning of the year. It may possibly be sooner than that.

During this all, my sister had to take my nephew to the doctor for what they first thought was a broken ankle. My dad then took them to see the foot specialist who said it was just a bruised tendon, but it was just one more thing on the family plate to deal with today.

My father had been up since 5am yesterday morning, first for a day's work and then seeing to the care of his mother. I think he wanted to make sure he was there for his own grandson as well, so he volunteered to take him to the specialist. He's a good man, and he loves his family so.

Funeral home plans for my grandmother are in conjunction with their previously made arrangements. My father will meet with them tomorrow to finalize it, and her remains shall be cremated. The same arrangements are set for my grandfather, and with both of their ashes my parents at the least will plan a vacation to Colorado to spread their ashes.