I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted but today I’m going to try and catch up. This month has been a bumpy ride, much like all of last year. My dear Grama Red passed away on January 31st at 101 years old. I know many of you have asked me about her lately and I’m so thankful you all remember her and are so kind in asking.
About 3 months ago her hip went out of the socket and she had to be hospitalized for a few days. The doctor felt putting her into an inpatient therapy facility would be beneficial in getting her leg muscles stronger and hopefully stop the hip from popping out.
She’d been doing really well, slowing getting back on her feat again, eating 3 big meals a day, and enjoying the staff. She’d been in this facility before and really like it there. The nurses just loved her and made sure her hair was done and kept her nails painted too; which was important to her.
We’ve know for several years that her kidneys were shutting down and she had signs of congestive heart failure but it hadn’t been an issue up until about a week ago. All of a sudden she started filling up with fluid and the standard water pill she was on just could no longer do its job.
Our entire family had a routine of calling Grama several times a day so she always had someone to talk too. I’m in Michigan and do to the “virus” no one can visit; we did the best we could with phone contact. The nurses even commented on how popular she was; they said she was always on the phone.
She started getting down because she wanted to come home so our family changed our phone plan and went and stood outside her window for hours so she could see us while we talked to her. Let me remind you its snowy and cold here but we bundled up and pushed through it.
She cried being able to see us; and it just broke my heart that I couldn’t get in to give her a hug. Well, the nurses made some calls to upper management and God Bless them, they allowed us in two at a time (in our hazmat suites) to be with Grama. You just can’t image what that did for her. We took turns for a few days being with her and over the weekend her 101-year-old body just couldn’t do it anymore and she passed away peacefully during her afternoon nap.
Her funeral will be this week, and that’s all a mess too. We have to do the funeral in shifts, only 35 people at a time. This is so out of control that it angers me. We can’t even be with our loved ones when they die now. I’m just grateful she went quickly and without suffering. I’ll find a way to get through the “different” funeral we will have and spend my time focusing on the good times we had: All those McDonald hamburgers, bloody marys, and long talks we shared about “the good ole’ days”.
Thanks for listening today and I’ll be back on Sunday with a more cheerful message.