Grandma died yesterday around 3:30 AM. I had been in the room about 4.5 hours previous, and she looked like a breathing corpse. My mom was there, perhaps my little brother too.
I didn't cry till yesterday afternoon when we moved her stuff out of the room at the nursing home. Something so final about it all.
On the way home the idea that she no longer had "stuff" moved me to tears.
This is a woman, who I had defined in my head as being paired with "stuff"
I will probably write about that more at some point...
but today I feel brain dead and cold.
Is there something wrong lex?
There are may hard things going on. I don't know how to be there for everyone right now.
I think I am going to go take a nap.
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