Barely made my flight back last night, luckily it was delayed. Got the call this morning that my grandmother had passed. Last night I was upset that we hadn’t gone last week… it would have meant staying two nights instead of three, but she’d have been lucid… now I’m just glad that we made it.
And happy that she is no longer suffering. She’d have turned 80 in a few weeks; up until this stay in the hospital she had been in reasonable physical health and her mental condition was as good as any cooky Polish woman half her age. While she was lucid she was embarassed of the effects of her condition, and I know that she must have loathed being in a place with similarly un-well people…
I’d already booked another flight last night for the 13th to close down her apartment and catch some quality alone time in one of my favorite places, but now we’re scheduling the service for the 14th and I’ll try to push most of the mundane tasks on to the executor of her estate.
