My mother was adopted. That fact has impacted my mother for a long time. She never felt like she knew herself, because she never know where she came from. Is she a first born? An only child? What is her heritage? What was her family like? Why was she given up for adoption? Who is … Continue reading Mom’s Gone A-Digging
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Michigan
I got a call from my dad on Easter. It wasn't to tell me, "Happy Easter!" It was to tell me that my other grandma died. She and dad were in Florida for the summer, and she had a mini stroke. When she got out of the hospital, she told Dad she wanted to go … Continue reading Michigan
In Memoriam (But Not Of Zombies)
Wednesday morning, I put on my purple pants, because Grandma liked them, and I grabbed a photo book and picture frame, while Mom grabbed a bag and, well, she grabbed Grandma. It was the day of her memorial, for her church family. In short, it was good. People came, told some stories, said they'd miss … Continue reading In Memoriam (But Not Of Zombies)
My Kind Of Week
I've been in a, "Let's stay home and do nothing" mood lately. And that's exactly what we did. We went to WalMart and Food Lion, but that's it. The rest of the time was changing the sheets on Grandma's bed, going through her dresser, going through pictures, finishing a puzzle that took Mom and I … Continue reading My Kind Of Week
1:25pm
It was 9 o'clock on Sunday, September 29th when Mom woke me up to move Grandma. "Oh, she's awake?" I asked. This time, it was 44 hours that Grandma had slept, since the hospice nurse gave her more medicine. I walked into the living room and sat Grandma up. She couldn't move her neck. After … Continue reading 1:25pm
Take Back Control
Grandma "fell asleep" at 5:30pm on Thursday, the 19th. On Saturday, at 8:30am, Mom found Grandma laying on the floor next to her bed. She slept for 39 hours. After that 39 hours, Grandma can no longer talk. She can grunt, but that's all the sound that comes out of her mouth (that and heavy … Continue reading Take Back Control
Sleeping Druggie
Well, Holly (the hospice nurse) came over yesterday, the 19th. Grandma was anxious and, supposedly, in pain. Holly gave her some medicine, but when what she gave her wasn't enough, she got the dosage increased, and drugged Grandma even more. That was at 5:30pm. Grandma is still asleep. She hasn't moved, grunted, anything. Snore, yes, she … Continue reading Sleeping Druggie
I Didn’t Know We Got Presents On Labor Day
Monday My mom woke me up and told me Grandma was going to take a shower. She asked me to keep an ear out and listen for any big booms. While putting the dishes away, I saw Grandma walking towards me. “Can you help me?” she asked. I put on my bathing suit and by … Continue reading I Didn’t Know We Got Presents On Labor Day
Connecting And Disconnecting
“Do you want to pull this out?” Grandma asked me on Thursday as she looked down at her feeding tube. I stared at her for a second before answering, dripping wet (I had just helped her wash her hair). I could not believe–at that time, I couldn’t– that she would ask that. Strange things like … Continue reading Connecting And Disconnecting
The Fault In Her Connection
Grandma fell on Monday. She said she was expecting it. Well, it has been a couple of weeks. It seems her pattern is either Monday or Tuesday in the early morning. Well, that’s just what we know. You know, I didn’t think I’d have this much of a connection with her. I am genuinely scared. … Continue reading The Fault In Her Connection