Saturday night, around 9:30pm, she passed away.<\/p>\n
My wife and brother and I had been wondering exactly how aware she was that “this was it”. She would occasionally say things that led you to believe that she wasn’t aware, that she really believed that she would see you again, but the more I think about that, she was either speaking spiritually, or she was speaking that way because she didn’t want anybody to feel awkward or uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
Saturday evening, after eating her dinner, she made an interesting request. My grandmother was incredibly diabetic. For my entire life I could recall her dealing with it, and the slightest variance would put her in a very dangerous place. One of her absolute favorite things that she couldn’t have for the past few decades was a hot fudge sundae. She loved them, but she had to refrain because of her diabetes.<\/p>\n
Saturday night, she asked for a hot fudge sundae.<\/p>\n
The nursing home, with strict instruction to provide “comfort care”, obliged. Very shortly, they gave it to her, and she ate almost the whole thing. She loved it. Very shortly thereafter, she passed away. I think she knew. And there is something about that whole event that puts an odd smile on my face.<\/p>\n
She lived a long and incredibly full life. Up until the last 5 or 6 years, she didn’t miss a beat. She was a strong, tough woman. In many ways, my grandparents on that side of the family were the best example of how to be a loving couple that I had in my life. I think the best example I had about being a loving husband and in general great man would be my grandfather, and I know that losing his wife of almost 69 years will take a serious toll on him.<\/p>\n
So after many trips to and from the hospital, fighting really fucking hard the whole time, it’s finally over. And in the end, she got her hot fudge sundae. I’ll miss her. A lot.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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