I'm willing to share small tidbits of me. Who I am. What I experience. Why I do what I do. Just ramdom thoughts from me. Enjoy!
Who?
Name::Random me From::California, United States
I am a wife and mother of two boys. I work full-time in the electronics industry. It took me 6 years to graduate college (no, I'm not embarrassed-I finished, Dammit!) SJSU class of 1990. I love to cook, because I love good food. I'll pass on sweets, but will eat something with garlic or onion in a minute. I HATE cheese, except Mozzerella on pizza-and that has to be combination pizza. I hate chick flicks, but love a good thriller. My husband and I are real estate investors on the side. View my complete profile
(from Thursday, May 11th) I lost my grandmother today.
She was 81. She's been dealing with Alzheimer's for about 8 years. She finally "went home" today. My mother, father and I spent the day taking turns at her bedside. It's all kind of surreal right now. This was "the grandma".. Ya know? She was my "heart"...The one my brother and I loved to go spend the weekend with.
I remember when we were little, she would drop her spare change down in the bottom of her purse and on weekends, she would tell my brother and I, "go dig in grandmommy's purse and get that money" Even though she didn't have much to give, she always gave to others. She was a generous lady and always worked so hard, and she was so funny. She didn't even realize how funny she was. We'd laugh at some of the things she'd say and she wasn't even trying to be funny. She had comedic timing and she didn't even know it. She loved to dance and loved music. Even with her illness, you could see her feeling the music played in the room. She worked up until the point of the Alzheimer's early stages. She was 73 when we finally made her stop working.
Her name was "Erma" and that's what my brother and I called her. I never understood why I didn't call her "grandma" or something normal like that. I've always just known her as, well... "Erma". She called my brother and I "grandmommy's poompies" or "poompies" for short. Kinda cute when I think about it.
Today, I spent an hour and a half at her bed with my mother this morning and went back to work. I really didn't think she would go today. I really didn't. My mother called me back around 2pm and said her breathing had gotten even more shallow. I went back to the convalescent home and she had passed 5-10 minutes before I arrived. I sat in her room with her for almost 2 hours. I didn't want to leave her alone, even though I know "she" wasn't there... At 4pm, I said a prayer and left her side. She wont look the same to me next time I see her, so I'm glad I had some time with her. Why'd I have to pick today to be the first day to carpool with a fellow co-worker?
This odd feeling of immediate acceptance is all so strange right now. I wonder how I'll feel tomorrow. It's funny, with the Alzheimer's, you start to miss them, their personalities, while they're still here. I miss her immensely right now.
Posted by Random me ::
8:29 AM ::
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