Monday afternoon I got word that Grandma wasn’t feeling well and was admitted to the hospital. Tuesday, around noon, mom called and said that she was doing much worse and that I needed to get packed and get going if I wanted to see her.
Katie, the kids, and I packed up my truck and left for Chicago around 8pm on Tuesday. We went straight to the hospital. The drive wasn’t too bad. It took about 16.5 hours. I spent most of Wednesday at the hospital with my Grandma. She got to meet her second great-grandson, Zachary. She smiled and held his little hand.
Thursday afternoon, while the hospital chaplain was performing a blessing, she died. There were a number of family members around the bed with her. I was holding her hand.
I’m sorry to hear of your loss. What a blessing for her to be surrounded by so much loving family at the moment of her passing.
If it isn’t too much… what are some of your favorite memories with her?
You have my prayers and deepest sympathy.
Thanks for the kind words guys.
Josiah, I’ll post more about my grandmother soon after I get back in Texas on Monday. I could write volumes about her.
Erik