Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Good news!

My sister told me that my Grandma is now doing better, completely lucid.

Dad, you better call me soon!


Write Your Wrong said...

That woman isn't going anywhere. She still has to teach me how to play cribbage.

erin said...

i'm learning how to play cribage, today. lunch cribage.

Goodsoul said...

The advancement of the nuclear family has spread us so far and away from one another that we rely on phones and instant messages and emails to collaborate in the success of our family relationships.

Maybe we are evolving from the the nuclear to the virtual family.

It makes sense when all is well. Then the real-time events of the failing health of a family member get jumbled up. It all happened to fast. It's no one's fault.

No one, not even those most immediate, could predict the outcome - see-sawing as it was - not even, it would seem, the doctors.

I am sad to have called today with the undoing of the sigh of relief posted here. I'm sorry that the all clear was signaled: I think it was more a response born of our unwillingness to face the inevitable reality that grandma has had enough.

Would you buy a hundred dollar lottery ticket when the payout at most was ten dollars? Because she was so sick and some hope was given, even Grandma struggled with the question, "How much pain am I willing to pay, when the payoff is a quality of life utterly degraded for at best an uncertain number of months or weeks or even days. I knew she would figure it out.

I will ask that you prepare for your own transition as she makes hers. Prepare your hearts to receive her, even now before she draws her final breath. It will make it easier for her to let go of this life and find the next as she journeys heart to heart.

She gave us all so much over the years, it's silly to think that in this journey she would not leave each of us something very special.

We won't know what it is until our grief clears and we look with gladness in our hearts at ourselves, as she saw us.

Here is the poem she left us to help us in these difficult days and nights. I don't know the author, nor did she. But it is for us, to help her let go, and for us, to help ourselves understand why she has gone.

Miss Me - But Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road,
and the sun has set me free
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little - but not too long,
and not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me - but let me go,

For this journey that we all must take,
and each must go alone,
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan
A step on the road home

When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the hills we know,
and bury your sorrow among the trees
Miss me - but let me go.

I love you all,