and I still miss her everyday…
My grandma passed away on February 23rd, she was surrounded by family yet still managed to sneak away when no one was looking.
I wasn’t in the room…a couple of my cousins pissed me off because they were nit picking on some trivial thing. I have zero patience for the arguing over a French Fry conversations. So I felt a walk was in order…a walk that lead me to the hospital chapel at the moment she passed. Perhaps it’s where I needed to be…for I had been at her side for the better part of 18 months and got to see the Good, the Bad…and the Ugly. Trust me…a leaking colostomy bag is really Ugly. So perhaps the Good Lord above was sparing me from witnessing The End as it were.
I was blessed to see a side to my grandma that few knew existed. Turns out Grandma was actually pretty funny and had a quirky sense of humour. I inherited a bit of it (I know I inherited a bit from my other grandma – which explains my twisted sense of humour) and we’d make each other laugh.
I’ll miss that the most…
(I will not miss the colostomy bag…)
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