February 27, Sunday. I called my Dad and my Grandma. Everyone was doing ok. My Gma has been sick for years so she wasn't doing fabulous but she was okay. She was always up and down. She had emphysema and COPD and was on oxygen full time. But we had a good talk and I went on with my day, just like usual.
March 1, Tuesday. An early morning phone call from my Dad, Gma is in a coma.
March 2, Wednesday. Great news! She is awake and talking to everyone. Chris is still at work on the rig until tonight so I feel like I've been given a chance to get there and see her and tell her again, in person, just how much I love her. I call during the day to check in and she is doing really well and still talking. I spend all day preparing for our trip to Florida. Chris is going to get home around 11pm, sleep until 3-4 and we are going to get on the road.
March 3, Thursday. I've fallen asleep waiting for the alarm. The phone rings at 4am. She's gone. I'm in shock. I really thought I was going to get a chance to see her one last time.
It took us 20 hours to get to my grandmother's house. We intended to stay for just a few days and ended up being gone for 10 days. I lost one of the most important people in my life then Chris lost his job, then we had a car accident that trapped us in Louisiana. I feel like things just started spinning out of control with bad news on top of bad news.
Tomorrow is March 17, two weeks since she died and I still feel totally lost without her. Every day of my life I could feel her love. She was my constant. She was always there for me and even when I made stupid choices she loved me. My life just doesn't make sense without her in it and I'm just so sad. I tried to call her at least every two weeks to check in and just blab to her about the mundane details of my life. I still can't quite grasp the fact that I'm never going to speak to her again.
1 comments:
::hugs::
::hugs::
Post a Comment