Today I began in the office prepping my next tour. As I working, I saw my mom's name pop up on my phone.
First, I said a little prayer, then answered.
She had called to tell my my grandmother had passed away.
After 90 years of life, the last 4 or so have been in assisted living/nursing home care of some sort, this is possibly the best thing for her. I mean that in the most well spirited of ways. As I've told other people, I'm not entirely sure how to feel about this whole deal. Don't get me wrong, I love my grandma very much. However, it hurt me so badly to see her lonely and depressed whenever we visited over the last year or two. I was fortunate enough to see her twice this summer. The first time is when my family realized that the train was on the tracks, and her time was near. The second time, the day after her 90th birthday, she seemed a little more uppity. She even said a few words, those being a reprise of our, "Happy Birthday!" I got a chuckle out of her. She always had a way of looking at me with that, "How the heck do you think I'm doing?" whenever I inquired. God love her. None of us will ever forget making candy cane cookies and the unnecessary stresses it caused in the kitchen. As she would say, "Ahhh fiddlesticks!"
I love you Grandma. I'll be by your side on Monday and Tuesday. Worry not.
This is the hardest part of tour.