Goodbye Grandma

On Sunday, we went to the farm for early Thanksgiving and hunting with my family. When we got there, my dad and brother were at the nursing home with my grandma. She wasn't doing well. It wouldn't be too much longer before she passed away. My aunt and uncle were on their way from NW Colorado. My uncle and cousin were in California on their way home. We went to the nursing home Tuesday morning. Remington cheered up everyone. He is such a happy baby. As we were sitting in the room, my Uncle Wes walked in. He hadn't seen Grandma for almost 2 weeks. My mom had discussed earlier that she wouldn't die before Wes got home.

I told my mom and dad that if she's going to die, I wish it would be in the next 9 hours. It sounds morbid but I didn't want her to die on my brother's birthday. My brother said it would be an honor for her to die on his birthday because it would mean she's out of pain and she's with grandpa. I said my goodbyes and told her what a great grandma she is. I told her some of my fondest memories were when I would ride my bike to her house and sit at the table with her and just talk. We would talk about everything. She always offered me food and something to drink. I feel very blessed to have lived close to her most of my life.

At 4 am, I woke up to feed Remington and heard some commotion. My parents were fully clothed out in the living room. I asked them if they were going to the nursing home. They said they had just got back. Grandma had passed away around 1 am. It was my brother's 38th birthday.