When you think things can’t get worse…
My mom called me this morning with the news that my grandma had passed. She was my dad’s mother but he couldn’t muster the strength to call me and give me the news.
She was my last living grandparent and had been ill for about a month. She was 87 and her body gave up and started to shut down. Her mind was as brilliant as ever.
She was a wonderful human being and brought up 8 children in a life that had highs and lows. Trust me when I say the lows were extremely low, with some of my granddad’s business ventures crashing badly.
She was always loving and caring and my mom used to say she was more lucid and modern than her children, especially the sons, who had grown up to follow on my granddad’s old fashioned, macho man example.
There have been arguments at home because barely husband tried to use her illness to get me to do something I don’t want to. I will not elaborate today as I can’t really get myself to.
I cried again this morning when I got the news. I was at work and my team was great. I am sort of recovered now. Death, even when you expect it, doesn’t come easy.
She will be missed.