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Mommy's mother, my last remaining grandparent, died in the early hours this morning.
I'm fine, Mommy's fine, we're all fine. Nana was in failing health, and she wasn't able to move out of her wheelchair unassisted for a little over a year. She wanted to die, and it took her a little longer than she would've liked, I think. Mommy was her full-time caretaker for nearly three years and it was wearing both of them down. But she lived with my parents since I went to college--that's a little over thirty years--so even though it was expected and even anticipated, my parents (mommy especially, obviously) is very sad. She frequently referred to Nana as her best friend. My relationship with my mother is nothing like that so I can't imagine how that must feel. Poor Mommy.
Death is a weird thing anyway, and starting the new year with a family death is a new sort of weird for me. It's certainly one I don't want to get used to, as I have a very small family.
Condolences aren't necessary, although of course I won't refuse them if you feel inclined to leave one. Like I said, we've been waiting for this for a long time and also I wasn't terribly close to Nana. She was incredibly sweet and kind and generous but I never spent a lot of time with her one-on-one like I did my paternal grandmother (who died in 1986). She is, however, the person who introduced my mom (and thus, me) to SF/F reading so thank you, Nana, for that!
She wanted to be cremated, so there's no rush on the funeral arrangements. It's looking like it'll be near the end of the month--probably right before my birthday.
And now, back to processing applications to our graduate program for the poor lambs who think pursuing a career in academia is a good life choice.
I'm fine, Mommy's fine, we're all fine. Nana was in failing health, and she wasn't able to move out of her wheelchair unassisted for a little over a year. She wanted to die, and it took her a little longer than she would've liked, I think. Mommy was her full-time caretaker for nearly three years and it was wearing both of them down. But she lived with my parents since I went to college--that's a little over thirty years--so even though it was expected and even anticipated, my parents (mommy especially, obviously) is very sad. She frequently referred to Nana as her best friend. My relationship with my mother is nothing like that so I can't imagine how that must feel. Poor Mommy.
Death is a weird thing anyway, and starting the new year with a family death is a new sort of weird for me. It's certainly one I don't want to get used to, as I have a very small family.
Condolences aren't necessary, although of course I won't refuse them if you feel inclined to leave one. Like I said, we've been waiting for this for a long time and also I wasn't terribly close to Nana. She was incredibly sweet and kind and generous but I never spent a lot of time with her one-on-one like I did my paternal grandmother (who died in 1986). She is, however, the person who introduced my mom (and thus, me) to SF/F reading so thank you, Nana, for that!
She wanted to be cremated, so there's no rush on the funeral arrangements. It's looking like it'll be near the end of the month--probably right before my birthday.
And now, back to processing applications to our graduate program for the poor lambs who think pursuing a career in academia is a good life choice.