This is her on her 90th Birthday
7.3.1918 ~ 1.28.2011
She died at the age of 92... her body just couldn't go on anymore. A few weeks before, as I helped her into bed one night, she had said to me, "I'm fighting something that can't be won". And she was right of course, none of us can live forever here on Earth.
She knew she was near the end and so did those around her. She was at the point of needing around the clock care. Thursday evening she had just been sent home from the hospital, this time because there was nothing more they could do for her. She was sent home to live out the rest of her days as comfortably as possible.
That night I stayed at her house... she slept so peacefully. I remember thinking as I got ready for bed in the spare room, how my grandma was the one who had taught me how to make a bed, the proper way, all those years ago when I was just a girl.
I remembered having sleep-overs, in that very bed, my sisters and I staying the night at Grandma's house. We would stay up late reading the Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books she had in the bookcase headboard. One morning we had Rice Krispies for breakfast, I sneezed and my cereal flew out of my bowl and across the table... we all had such a laugh over that!
My dad and grandma- Aug. 2010
My grandma with me and my girls