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Matters Of The Heart: Talking About The Tough Times - by pieceofmymind

I don’t post on Orble as much as I should, but I got the notice that my account would close soon if I didn’t, so here I am. I started this blog to honor the memory of my grandmother who, at the time, was in her last stages of life with lung cancer. I started this blog talking about my trials as someone who had taken on the responsibility of helping to provide hospice care to a loved one. Now that is has been almost a year since that time, I am reflecting on the moments I spent with my grandmother before she died.

She was a smoker. Naturally, this is what led her to her death since the cancer was a result of her habit. I remember in that last month of her life, I was amazed at the fact that she still wanted to smoke. Honestly, it used to make me mad. I knew she could tell, but now that I reflect back on those moments, I really wish I had not been so upset by that.


Another thing she used to do was just try to do things that she didn’t have the strength for. Like one day, I remember I had been there all morning, and I was tired. So when the hospice person came in to relieve me of my duties, I decided to go upstairs to lie down. When I came back downstairs after my break, I saw that my grandmother was no longer in her bed. When I rounded the corner, I could see that she had the two hospice nurses helping her back from the front door. I was so mad at her for that because she knew she wasn’t supposed to be out of the bed right? She knew I was mad too, because I hid myself in the kitchen. I heard her asking where I was…she then asked me was I mad. She was laughing when she asked me that. She knew how I felt about it, but now that I reflect on it, I think all she was trying to do was take a look at her front yard for the last time. She was blessed enough to have her hospice care at home, and I know that she knew she wasn’t going to be with us much longer. If I knew I was going to die very soon, I think I might find myself gazing out of my front window too.


Actually, that was a sad day now that I think about it. That was the day they came and took her hospice medical alert necklace. They took it because they knew she would no longer need it. I think that is why she ended up at that window…she knew what was going on. That is the day that she asked me. She said “They think I’m gonna be going on away from here pretty soon huh?” I didn’t want to tell her the truth at that time, so I told her that they were just concerned because they knew she was sick. I asked her what did she think and she said “Well, I’m not going to sit here everyday looking out the window saying God, are you coming to get me? But the only one who can come and get me is God, and when he does, that is going to be a glorious day for your grandmother.” That was the last time I talked to her about how she felt about dying. When she said it, it was so funny, we both laughed because she was just funny. She made it funny. I had a dream about her the other night that she told me she had found a place in the sun. Maybe that is what she was trying to tell me…but I guess I will never know.

I really miss her. It is weird how everyone and everything has gone on. Our lives have been redefined without her, and we are moving around doing the things that we have to do, but all of us miss her dearly. I finally finished my Associates degree, and I am four semesters away from my B.S. Hard work, but I know she would be proud. If there is anyone out there who is taking care of a loved one in hospice care, please don’t be mad at them because they can’t let go of their habits. Just love them, even if they still want to smoke. Don’t end up like me, reflecting and wishing that I had done things differently because when they are gone, they are gone forever.


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Looking Back...

March 20th 2008 01:04
It has been months since my grandmother died; almost a year to be exact. Every time the ninth of the month comes and goes, I feel a sense of guilt if I miss it. All the whining I did about school “way back when” in this blog was stupid; I completed my Associate in Applied Science with honors, and now I am five semesters away from completing my Bachelor’s degree in CIT…probably with honors also. Earning my degree was definitely bittersweet and always will be since my grandmother was my “A Number One” academic fan. She thought I was a genius, and although I consider myself highly intelligent, I often wonder what she saw in me that was so good that she just could not stop talking about me to other people.

I miss her more lately than I have in the recent past. I am not sure why it is happening that way, but it is. Maybe it is simply because more and more little things keep happening that remind me of her. I don’t know, but things are harder now than they have been. I remember not too long before she died, she bought me a set of wine glasses…nothing expensive, just a set of glasses from the dollar store in our area. When she gave them to me, I honestly just thought of them as another gift. I would have rather received money or something like that, at the time. Before she died, over the course of a few months, my children managed to break all but one of them; isn’t it funny how I am holding on dearly to this one last glass? I am telling you…I do everything I can to ensure that this last glass will not be broken. It is funny how the loss of a loved one can significantly bring more value to the things that you received from them before they left you. I even have a box of sweetener from her cabinet, one of the last purchases she made before she died. It is so funny because there are a bunch of packets that have already been opened, emptied, and then the papers have been put back in the box. I asked my mom if she knew anything about this, and she didn’t. It is funny because I think my grandmother did this either without knowing or realizing it, or either she did it on purpose. Either way, I am having a hard time throwing them away.

We will celebrate the anniversary of her death when the year mark comes around on June 9, 2008. We have decided to dress in all white, as we did for the memorial service, and go back to the restaurant we went to that day. I am sure it will be fun to dine with my family…we always have so much fun together. However, no matter what, I still remember like it was yesterday the way she was before she died. I will never forget the last month of her life for as long as I live…and I will never, ever forget the way she looked into my eyes when she started to take her last breaths. I find it so ironic that she became an icon in my life. She took care of me when my mother was too young to be a mother. My grandmother taught me what it means to go to work everyday, get beat up, decide to quit, and then end up back on the clock the next morning to do it all again. She was there when I made my entrance into the world…I was there when she made her exit.

This post is dedicated to the memory of a woman who changed my life forever…in life and in death. I love you granny.


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Saving my blog...

November 8th 2007 01:38
this post is to save the blog that I dedicated to my grandmother's memory. It has been months since she passed, actually almost six, and it seems like just yesterday when I spoke with her last. I am guessing that this will change, one day, but that day isn't today. The part that sucks is that I put off so many things while I was lost in grief, that by the time I could cope a little better I was like "lost in the sauce of life".

I am sure that in the future, hopefully the very near future, I will be able to look back on all these moments and remember how hard it was. If anyone is reading this and you have just lost a loved one, or you are getting ready to lose a loved one, I urge you to go and visit. Make that phone call. Even a short visit, just a stop by the house to see them. I can't tell you how many times this haunts me when I reflect on the times I could have and didn't.

Today, I thought about something that I had wanted to tell my grandmother. It was weird because at first I remembered it, and then I realized that I would never have the opportunity to do so. Someting else...I have a birthday card I bought for her. I keep it with all of the things I have to remember her by. Guess why I still have it? Well, when it was her birthday, we were out and it got late - I didn't have time to stop by. Don't let that happen to you; you will regret it.

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Surviving Grief?

September 6th 2007 09:27
In a couple days, it will be the ninety-day anniversary of my grandmother’s death. It is interesting to look back on my prior blog posts to re-visit some of the feelings I had before she died. It is even more interesting to take a look back on my prior self and realize how much her passing has changed my life.

I knew that things would never be the same without her, so I decided that I needed to redefine my life. In my mind, this was the only way that I could move on, so I found something else to focus on. I decided to take something positive from the life she lived and use it in my own life. I learned so much from my grandmother…things that she taught me intentionally, and things that I learned by her example.
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Lonely Hearted, Missing Granny

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My Easy Button Isn't Working.

July 3rd 2007 13:58

This blog started with me sitting here at my grandmother’s dining room table every morning in agony as I constantly watched her to make sure she was still breathing as she slept. During that time, I often referred to myself as “psycho-grand-daughter” because it seemed a bit extreme for me to do that, but I couldn’t help it. This morning, I had to come over early to help my mother with something. Just as I did when I was helping take care of granny, I arrived very early, at about six o’clock. It now feels weird to come here that early. I have been up all morning, and it seems that I have just been sitting here listening to the house.

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Sharing My Grief With The World

June 29th 2007 02:49

It has been 19 days since my grandmother passed away, and if I wasn’t keeping track of the days, I would swear it has been a lifetime since then. Everything in my life seems to be going in slow motion, but the rest of the world is moving along as if nothing has happened. Thank God for mental stability, because if I didn’t have any, I would be somewhere standing in the middle of the street hollering at the world: “Hey, could you stop going on with your life as if nothing happened? MY GRANDMOTHER DIED!!!!!!!”
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Somewhere inside of me, I believe I could have taken care of my grandmother for the rest of my life and been fine with that. Selfish, yes, I know, but I miss her; it seems that dealing with losing her is more difficult than it was for me to drag myself out of bed every morning at 5:30. I have been reflecting on all the days that I just sat there with her at her house, in her bedroom… and the times that I was concerned about what to do if she passed away while I was there alone; when she actually did make the transition, it was nothing like I thought it might be. Honestly, I think I watch entirely too much television and too many movies because I kept getting a visual that was like a movie scene; you know how movies tend to dramatize the ending moments in someone’s life. Well, it was nothing like that. Actually, it was more like one of those moments where it happens, and you are left standing there like “That’s it?” One moment, she was breathing really fast, almost gasping for air; then in the next moment she started breathing really slow, and then she just stopped breathing. No last words, no gasping, no dramatic gestures. In the final moments, she opened her eyes once and looked right at me, and then she closed them, and just stopped breathing. When she took her last breath, a tear did come out of her left eye; I often wonder if she was crying or if she had dry eye. Is it possible that she was sad to go? The thought of her being sad to go makes me sad. I can’t imagine how that must feel – to have to leave your loved ones when you don’t want to; one day, I may have to feel that way…you too.

I am learning that grieving is a process that doesn’t end overnight. For someone like me, who is used to being more in control of emotional things, it is so much more difficult than I thought it would be. I probably put too much pressure on myself because I am trying to push myself along like “Hey, get it together” when I know I need to just let it happen. I keep praying and praying but yesterday I had to fess up with God that I just don’t know what to do. I really don’t. I have never in my life lost someone so close to me…how in the world do you say goodbye to someone that you love so very much?
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Missing You Granny...

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Can you believe that one of my relatives called my grandmother’s house and asked to speak to her the day before her memorial service? Yes, it did happen, and I am still in disbelief; but that is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to all the craziness we have dealt with since my grandmother died. One of the craziest moments was when my homosexual, transvestite cousin showed up at the house with his mother who had no teeth in her mouth at all. It was like a freak-show because he had on this long wig, and no one really knew about his life change. We hadn’t seen him in so long, and he just showed up. Talk about awkward!
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We are also being bad-mouthed by certain family members for not allowing any visitors when my grandmother had reached her final stage of life. I mean, come on, why would we allow people to come into her home when she was unconscious? She wouldn’t have wanted people to see her that way. Those last moments were a time for us, her immediate family, her children…that was time for us to spend with her. These people are the same people who knew she was sick initially in 1999 and never came to see her.

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June 9, 2007 at 5:20pm

June 13th 2007 16:11
…that is the day and time that my grandmother died. We were all there at home with her, as she requested. The whole reason for my mom and me taking care of her at home over the last month was to honor that request. We knew that she would not make it through the night, so my mom called everyone. We all just hung out at the house as my grandmother lay there laboring with her breathing. We laughed, talked, cried, and just spent time together with each other and with her while she was still alive. We put a chair right next to her bed so that any of us who wanted to could go in her room and sit with her.

This lasted all morning and early afternoon. Toward five that evening, my brother, my husband, and myself were talking in the kitchen. By major miracle, for some reason, I decided to go into the room and sit with my grandmother for a while, right around 5:15pm. As I sat there holding her hand, I noticed that her breathing had started to slow down. I told my husband that he should go get my mom and my uncle. While he went to get the both of them, my grandmother’s breathing was getting slower, and slower. She opened her eyes and looked at me, and then she closed them again. Then her breathing was getting slower and slower. My mom, my uncle, myself, my husband, my uncle’s wife, my cousin…all of us gathered around her bed, holding her, telling her we loved her, and telling her that it would be alright. We all held her as she took her last breath. When she took her last breath, there was a tear from her left eye; I wonder if she was crying or if it was because of dry eye.

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We are coming up on the end of the fourth week of this “situation”. My mother and I have had ups and downs in taking care of my grandmother; we have had more down times in the last couple days because we can tell that the end is near. No one has lifted a finger to help us; it is still 24-hour-around-the-clock-care given by just the two of us. We do have a home health aide who has been coming around for about two years. To be perfectly honest, she seems more like family than a lot of my actual family members.

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