And the Drama Continues...

We have had a whirlwind week of family togetherness, the plan of salvation and another funeral. My paternal grandmother found out she had cancer three weeks after my grandfather's death. Within another three weeks of oncology consults, she ended up with a 14 inch incision and without two very large tumors. During the last three weeks she struggled with incessant nausea and six of eight fatal maladies. Her remaining sons took her home to be in peace. I got to spend a couple hours with her. She tried her best to tell me all sorts of things, but I am no lip reader, so the secrets from beyond the veil will remain a mystery to me. I swabbed her mouth, talked, applied lip gloss, talked, and talked. I can be incessant you know. I told her how beautiful the cemetary was at Memorial Day and how we finally found her grandparents and sweet Aunt Gladys. And won't it be great to see Gladys without the infirmities of her handicaps. I read her mail (TO HER-silly). I joked about the cards that said things like 'get well soon' and ' you can beat cancer' saying that these people had no idea how soon she would feel better and beat the cancer to the finish line. While I talked she was calm and everyone left me to it. In a quiet moment she opened her eyes, said my name and told me that she loved me. Although we had a great visit in the hospital a week earlier, I really will treasure the time I spent with her because it quelled my grief. I am actually mostly content and only a little sad because it was only two months and a few days and she got to be back with her sweetheart. Death gets harder the closer to me it gets. I hope it is a long time before my own parents go.