This last week has been quite the emotional one. My grandma was placed on hospice. I grew up living next door to my grandma. I loved going in her house and getting cookies from her freezer. I loved swimming in her pool, playing dress up, hearing stories of my dad about when he was growing up, watching old home videos, and looking through photo albums.
As I have gotten older and moved back home I have been able to spend a lot more quality time with my grandma. However, with her failing health it is a lot more of me talking to her than her talking to me. How I would love to go back and hear more of her nursing days and about nursing school. I would love to hear about the births of her 5 children and her pregnancies... Unfortunately those memories have faded.
I love my grandma with her hard work ethic, her love of my grandpa and her posterity. I remember 10 years ago listening to her say a prayer and she prayed for every single grandchild by name. Amazing. Since then we have added quite a few great grandchildren and they make her so happy.
Thank you to everyone who has been supportive of me and my family during this time. I am happy to have her on hospice because it is an amazing program that helps the entire family with spiritual, emotional, and physical needs.