Where do I even start...?
Last Thursday I got the call, one that you never want to get, one that you're not ever really prepared for. Last Thursday, I found out my grandma was not going to make it. It was such an unexpected call....so sudden. I didn't know what to think, I just knew I had to get to the hospital.
My grandma had been in the hospital for a few days to figure some things out. She had a surgery that the doctors thought would help some of the issues at hand, and it seemed as if she was going to bbe ok, that is, until things took a turn for the worst. That's when I got the call.
I spent the next two days in a fog, spending time with grandma and other family at the hospital, just waiting. Do you know how hard that is? Waiting for the worst? I put on a positive demeanor....I wanted to stay strong for everyone, especially my dad. Seeing a parent upset never gets easy, in fact, it gets harder as you get older, because I think you really start to understand things with more clarity. I know I have, especially this last week.
Patricia Potter passed away on Saturday, March 2nd. I didn't make it to the hospital in time, but, she was surrounded by family, and that's what matters.
My grandma was a wonderful person, filled with love and a beaming personality. She made the BEST mashed potatoes and banana cream pie, EVER! For those of you that like meatloaf, I heard she made a mean meatloaf. She called everyone hunny, and gave those hugs that made you feel like everything was going to be ok. She loved with her whole heart, and was such a genuinely lovely person to be around. She loved little dogs, especially yorkies.
When I was little, we would go down to her and grandpa's home a lot. I drank a lot of diet 7-up (complete with bendy straw) and ate a lot of candy down at that place. I watched them do crossword puzzles, play monopoly (very heated game in my family), and I watched my grandma sew and quilt. It's the little things I remember most.
I remember when she met Ryder for the first time....she held him for a solid hour, even though he was heavy and I couldn't even do that anymore. She just stared at him, and you could see in her eyes how much she loved him, and how much she loved her family.
All of those things, that's what I want to hold onto. I want to remember the good times we all shared. I want to remember my grandma just as she was.
One of my best days, filled with love and with everyone I love. Grandma looked beautiful this day, and everyday for that matter. :-) This is how I want to remember her....not in a hospital bed.
I miss her terribly, and I always will. I think these things get harder as I get older. I realize that time can sometimes be fleeting, which is an eye opener in the biggest sense.
This week and last week haven't been the easiest, but, it's comforting to know that my grandma is truly at peace, and no longer in any kind of pain.
I love you grandma, and I miss you everyday!