Songbird76
Well-Known Member
So true. My mom died on July 4th, 2002, and she had gone to a hospice room in the hospital a few days before and had slipped into a diabetic coma because she couldn't eat. I sat up with her all night into that morning, holding her hand and singing her favorite hymns, and then at midnight, when it was July 4th, I started singing patriotic songs, and she squeezed my hand. That was the last....interaction? I guess you could say, that I had with her until I told her it was ok if she needed to go, we were all together and we would be ok, and she took her last breath. That squeeze still means so much to me, because it told me she knew I was there with her. The 4th of July is a bit of a bittersweet holiday for me, but is it weird that that's almost a happy memory for me? I knew it wouldn't be long, but it was just me and her, having that last moment together before my brother and husband got back from the hotel. So it was special.It was the end of your post (in particular), that touched my heart. Years from now, you'll think about her, and that "awww" will bring a smile to your face. You're a good grandson.
I hope you'll get the chance to see your grandmother again, but if not, you know she knew you loved her, and you have that moment to remember.
