Saying goodbye to my grandmother

It's been a bit of a crazy hectic week. My grandmother was rushed to the hospital Monday after my uncle couldn't wake her up. The doctor's said it was not looking good and that this was most likely the end for her. She had a major stroke a few years back and over the past few months she has been getting progressively worse. We knew it wouldn't be that much longer.

I left work early to go see her at the hospital. She was barely awake and very uncomfortable. The family decided to move her to hospice after speaking with the doctors. They took her off fluids and just tried to make her as comfortable as possible. I took Friday off of work to spend time with family. My brother flew up from Florida and did get to see her before she passed. I think she knew he was there. They slowly increased her morphine and the last few visits she was not awake at all. She passed this afternoon and I was told she did not suffer near the end.

I haven't cried but I have been in a terrible mood all day. Anxious and cranky and every little thing is getting on my nerves. I almost cried at the hospital but held it together. I know I will cry at the wake and funeral. When she first had her stroke I cried. She just wasn't the same and I hated seeing this once strong independent woman so dependent on others and unable to talk.

Many friends have reached out to check in and I appreciate that. Now we just have to get through the wake and funeral.