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.