My grandma passed away early Friday morning.
I found out later Friday afternoon, after my job interview and my errands. Her death wasn’t expected, in fact it was actually a surprise, making it all the more difficult to find out.
She was at her home, apparently getting ready to start her day. Her morning tea was still sitting on her stove in the teacup, her morning newspaper remained neatly placed on her chair in the den, and her granola sat on a napkin on the kitchen counter.
The police figure she had a heart attack or a stroke, because of her position when they found her. She was still wearing her bathrobe, stockings and PJ’s. There was no blood, no bumps, or cuts, or anything found on her. She just collapsed suddenly, and that was it. They figured it was quick and painless for her.
It’s still just so surreal. I had just seen her 2 weeks ago, and she was healthy, happy, doing so well. She even knew I had a job interview that day, and told my dad she was looking forward to hearing a call about how it went. I just…feel so sick when I think about it. In the blink of an eye, she’s just…gone.
She was 83. Granted, that is old, but for someone who one minute was doing just fine and then the next…
I just wish I would wake up from this nightmare and she would be back here with us. I loved her so much, and I know she loved me. She always cared about me and wanted me to do well; she even helped me get a loan for school so I could go.
This just sucks. Life goes on, but it just feels so much emptier without her. I already miss her so much…