Our family was forced to say a very unexpected and sad goodbye to my Grandma (Great Grandma) last Wednesday evening. After going in to the hospital the previous Friday night with weakness, it was determined on Saturday that she had pneumonia. I was able to visit with her on Tuesday after my Aunt Nancy got permission for grandkids to come, and after I removed my mask so she could see who I was, Grandma got a huge smile and said hello. I was able to visit for a few hours, chatting with cousins, aunts and uncles, while we watched and prayed for improvement, also knowing her biggest wish was to be with Jesus.
Wednesday afternoon, I made a return visit and again was able to be there for a few hours. I even got a few moments alone with her before leaving about 5:30. Just a short time later, I received a call from my cousin to tell me she was gone. The illness took her down fast and in such a short time we were faced with the reality that our lives will be forever changed.
Thursday, the kids and I made a trip to her house, where we spent a little time just being in her space, joined by a couple of cousins. Friday evening, we again gathered at Grandma's, this time with as many cousins as were able, to have pizza, look at photos, reminisce and put together photo boards.
With arrangements set for Sunday and Monday, Ezri felt she needed the right dress, so Saturday morning, she, Alora and I headed to the mall, where after the third store we found the perfect dress, and also new cowboy boots for the older two girls.
Sunday afternoon, we gathered at the funeral home in Hopkins for a visitation. Surrounded by cousins, aunts, uncles, and my parents who had driven through the night Tuesday into Wednesday, the kids handled it all very well for their first dive into this experience.
We returned Monday morning for a funeral. The girls have been very chummy with my cousin's daughter Peyton, so the three of them sat together, holding hands and eachother through the service. After the service completed, though there wasn't a graveside service, we took the kids to the cemetary, joined by a few cousins and their families, to observe the final process of putting the coffin into the vault and then the vault into the wet ground. The kids had been interested in being a part of it all, and the director was gracious in allowing us to participate to the end.
We joined our large family for a lunch and some time together before returning home to the emptiness that seems to follow things like this. As our week looms ahead, there is trepidation of the Wednesday to come, as this was always our Great Grandma day, and will be a very difficult one to be sure. It is hard to imagine this new life without her in it, and it will be a long time in learning to live this way for all of us.